Breakdown Cover

Yeah, yeah, yeah, one
Uh
Yeah alright yo
Here’s a little story ‘bout bein’ a rapper at shows
Shouts to my bros I’m keepin’ all these stories within
Tom Misch on the beat let the story begin
Ahh
Start from the jump
I got my people grindin’ my car, window is stuck
Feelin’ rough when I check my account nothin’ is up
So I had to do this show to get that rent [?] off me
East side brudda, FG ville
See me and my donnies and that pers your skills
Yeah it’s real, yeah we been ghostin’ for time, ghostin’ for time
Pull up to the show, we not feelin’ the vibe
I been chattin’ to the promoter for like the last six months
He said that ticket sales were going pretty well
There’s about five people in the front, shit
One, one, one, one hand in the air
Bounce if you wanna grab a friend if they’re near
Spill your beer if you’re lookin’ to cheer, lookin’ to cheer
I jump on the stage watch these people appear (go Barney go)
Overly caught ‘em snappin’ the bar, snap ‘em in half, mathematically charged, I’m coastin’
Forever ready with bars, never been lost, only constellation [?] with stars (go Barney go)
Never lyin’ constantly grippin’ these lyrics I’m firin’ force in the timin’
I ain’t skippin’ and slidin’ holdin’ my script when I be missin’ these sirens [?]
When I be sonnin’ these tyrants, what
So there you go
Another show huntin’ for gold
Feelin’ my pockets yeah this ting is a joke
Uh, a rap show wouldn’t be my choice though pickin’ up my phone Loyle delivered the voice note like
Hahaha
Yo, where’s your voice note?
You probably got there late
You got there late, there was no one there
Probably looked just like that for like an hour and then you stepped out on stage
Hahaha
It was like Mr. Bodybuilder like the fitness DVD
Who was the girl – who was the girl that took your hat off?
I saw your heart break with your head shinin’ [?]
Ahh hahaha