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wrightsville - louis. & sam brown lyrics

[intro]

“it’ll take a million photographs
to get the get one clear picture
that reflects the quality that you possess.”

[hook]
from the beach down to market (down to market)
they knowing us on the ave (they knowing us on the ave)
i’m feeling parked in the past (i’m feeling parked in the past)
i’m thinking that you should come through
(i’m thinking that you should come through, girl)
split the leaf, we can spark it (split the leaf, we can spark it)
i’m feeling parched off the gas (i’m feeling parched off the gas)
i found the top of my class (i found the top of my class)
i’m thinking that you should come too

[verse 1]
birds painted on the side of the house
symbolize that we free outside
all the thoughts of foundation
make*up caked, fake on your face
chillin’ with sam on 2nd street, pressing instrumentation
match our synaptic frequencies
dynamic entities had ’em up and down with words
i might disrespect what you heard
’til veins in the forehead
they told us to fly low
we’re screaming out “you’re dead!”
it’s all sleep
less your prince coming, the galivanting
had them focused on visions that wasn’t real
itching to smoke the k!ll
we comatose in your child’s room
tryna find it, ’cause they’re closer to dreams
it’s vintage drake in vision, not needing the comeback
the city need shoulder pads
i’m making the contact
was moving slow, seeing the pictures of fast*track
but when they’re meeting their idols
it’s something to laugh at
i’m working to be that same level
converse with quincy or kendrick
never the aim settled
treble the range
setting the plain aside
and if you feel it
just turn it up in your ride, like

[verse 2]
from the i to the l*m
follow lou cruising insecurities
peeping from the shelter of the rhyme
he drift in and out of time
watch the stop clock, chess game
shot clock, stress drain brains
like i’m pouring out the pineal
think of teachers who thought i wouldn’t amount
see them out when i’m guest speaking
i, bore my attitude while they pointed out
now i’m working to get even
no mr. labeouf, digging the hole deeper
closer to goals equal to thinking of whole leaping
ducking the soul*selling
they sell them at wholesale
from costco to sam’s club
your borrow your whole st**z from the supermarket
i’m bumping bon0bo, blaze the buddha right
moving jimmy’s, spitting at bourgie nights
down to casey’s, creeping off oleander (what)
cause we looking to find some food tonight

[outro]
“i’m sorry, hold up”
“bruh …”
[laughter]
“i’m f*cking hungry.”
[laughter]
“we need to get the f*ck outta here. we need to go get food.”
[laughter]

- louis sam brown lyrics

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