Samson Ace Miller - UV Blue
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Verse 1:
Picture this only 22 locked up in my room
With a fifth of that UV Blue cleaned up like a broom
Off the shits marijuana fumes clogging up my view
I can't see past impending doom wrapped up like a tomb
Inside my Gucci sweater vest that I won't take off
I earned this shit from trapping out the Bando ain't gonna break off
A piece for anybody treat my money like I'm Madeoff
I'd rather be alone to face my dreams than chase my days off
That's real, Uh
But I can't lie this life gets lonely
It feels like once you finally find yoursеlf you lose your homies
To bullshit over womеn, High School drama, and them phonies
It's hard to keep it real when you can't bare to keep it lowkey
No cap, Uh
No cap straight facts all in my rap
Even this noose around my neck won't keep them straps up off my lap
Like mental patients on the gurney in them outfits with no flaps
I'm destined for a life a pain and isolation in the trap
So if you see me out in public please don't speak up
I'm probably busy making moves in silence we won't speak off
My dough is like lasagna levels to it call them bleachers
'Cuz you might find making out with death like she's a teacher
I'm Gone
Picture this only 22 locked up in my room
With a fifth of that UV Blue cleaned up like a broom
Off the shits marijuana fumes clogging up my view
I can't see past impending doom wrapped up like a tomb
Inside my Gucci sweater vest that I won't take off
I earned this shit from trapping out the Bando ain't gonna break off
A piece for anybody treat my money like I'm Madeoff
I'd rather be alone to face my dreams than chase my days off
That's real, Uh
But I can't lie this life gets lonely
It feels like once you finally find yoursеlf you lose your homies
To bullshit over womеn, High School drama, and them phonies
It's hard to keep it real when you can't bare to keep it lowkey
No cap, Uh
No cap straight facts all in my rap
Even this noose around my neck won't keep them straps up off my lap
Like mental patients on the gurney in them outfits with no flaps
I'm destined for a life a pain and isolation in the trap
So if you see me out in public please don't speak up
I'm probably busy making moves in silence we won't speak off
My dough is like lasagna levels to it call them bleachers
'Cuz you might find making out with death like she's a teacher
I'm Gone
