Kind Lyrics

If I die tonight

We can blame it on the drugs I like

She let me fuck, so kind

But you don't know my kind

Sweet as Tropicana, wetter than a faucet

We left the Tropicana, landed in the tropics

They said I couldn't do it but they couldn't stop it

You know I had to do it, there's no other option

Talk to Alex when I'm feeling nauseous

All these rappers talking like they so sick

I'm 'bout to vomit, need to off it but I just can't quit

She was feeling on it but she not a blind bitch

I told you don't ask me what the fucking time is

Don't ask about my fucking timing

I told her not to pop it, now she's getting honest

Honestly, she told me her name, I just forgot it

Baby face, I'll eat up the cake, just give me toppings

Now it's on and it's popping, fuckin' lip locking

No cuffs but coppin, she's blushing, red robin

Yum

Had her fruit gushing, bring the mop in

Yum

Who gon' try and stop Toronto niggas

Are you dumb, you should nize it

I really mean it cause my niggas getting violent

In a jungle full of kings, this a den full of lions

Gettin' cold at the top of Mount Zion

Like police, tell 'em freeze or these niggas dying

Lemon squeeze like Visine if you keep eyeing

Me and my team, we lit like ultra light beams, off a bean

Need the Cream and a couple of Freaks

What a dream that we be living

But this couldn't been a dream, I've seen it in a vision

It's too vivid, it's delicious

Now that you mention, haven't had liquids in a minute

After all the liquor's finish, doctor fill out my prescription cause

If I die tonight

We can blame it on the drugs I like

She let me fuck, so kind

But you don't know my kind

Kind

Kind

Yeah

Sneaky living, come on in through the back

She was busy finger licking, flicking up in the back

Little flexy figurine that fuck me, figure that

She was busy finger licking while I fuck from the back

It's return of the Mack

We don't need to see the pack, we can smell where it's at

I took one too many sleepers, think I need me a nap

Jeepers Creepers, all my demons are back

Every time I close my eyes to clear my mind

I'm mortified cause all I find

Is gorgeous times and pouring wine

And morning highs but sorry I

Ignore the signs it's so so unlike my kind

So be kind

Please be kind