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the last term - smoke dza lyrics

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[chorus: xharlie black]
we been going through, going through, going through the same situation
for so much longer than i can remember, oh
and i know we getting down, getting down to your last ounce of patience
and it all might slip real soon if the scales don’t tip

[verse: smoke dza]
uh, it was a life thing, circle of trust
a million carats to a shaky place
tryna figure out, what’s the status?
i was on the road, couldn’t figure out a real balance
so it’s text messages, facetime, i know you had it with me
dinner cold, tryna stay up to see what happened with me
session ended, chasing the bread, ain’t nothing happen really
tbt back when it was bliss, sh*t our pack was litty
made it out, my alter*ego turned to a package
we was a*alikes, how did we fix it when its way out of sight?
a cold world without your presence got me hating nights

[chorus: xharlie black & smoke dza]
we been going through, going through, going through the same situation (the money good, but sh*t i hate the life)
for so much longer than i can remember, oh (it’s probably too late to ask for patience, right?)
and i know we getting down, getting down to your last ounce of patience
and it all might slip real soon if the scales don’t tip

[post*chorus: xharlie black & smoke dza]
maybe could’ve been more thorough
never did i not be true
the only way i know go turbo
you knew what you got into
caught up in the moment, now we’re moving back
oh my god, please point me to the nearest pastor
feels real heavy when you waiting on some
(a cold world without your presence got me hating nights)
[chorus: xharlie black & smoke dza]
we still going through, going through, going through the same situation (the money good, but sh*t i hate the life)
for so much longer than i can remember, oh (it’s probably too late to ask for patience, right?)
and i know we getting down, getting down to your last ounce of patience (praying for a breakthrough)
and it all might slip real soon if the scales don’t tip, no

[outro: smoke dza]
the last term, uh

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