Che AM - Rosé
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Baa baa black sheep prodigal son
Wish I had time for a spouse or to sit on a couch
But there ain't enough under the sun
We ain't have food
We was living of crumbs
We was living of beats
We was living of drums
Back then knew that my time was gone come
Till I buy momma a house don't want none
(I don't want shit)
Okay
Betty white died so we pouring up the rosé
DC nigga I was looking up to Rosé
Off white fit but I never trust an ofay
Woah che
No way no way no way
Keep it real Kurt with a skirt Che Cobain
Shit
I'm a million dollar man with a half billi copay
Yea
We do this shit on the daily
The tape going crazy
You could play track three
Halfway through and it still could cremate me
You'd have the summon the dеad to out rap me
Or speak on the dеad if you tryna out rank me
KTSE everywhere that I be
I be dripping in chi like I'm fresh out of reiki
Goddamn
U just a busboy go and get the boss man
Free black man you would think I called Cochran
Fuck the police
There a couple good cops
Nah fuck the police
I don't even like Roxanne
But I keep the whole team strapped like a rock band
Better yet the whole team strapped like Iraq man
Yea yea yea
The crab that got out of the barrel
My faith in the fables
And cards on the table
You'd think that we practicing tarot
We don't do this apparel
Or driving a Bentley or beam or Camaro
I'm on the yellow brick road
To a story foretold
On the wing of a mystical sparrow
He's telling me go
The best of all mankind
Why chose this as our goal
Why climb the highest mountain
We choose to go to the moon
And do the other things
Not because they are easy
But because they are hard
She say I seem different but it's hard to trust
I'm not the guy that she thought I was
Shit
She say she's sick of falling for the inauthentic
Say she's made love, but she's never been in love
Damn
Che Che
AM
Wish I had time for a spouse or to sit on a couch
But there ain't enough under the sun
We ain't have food
We was living of crumbs
We was living of beats
We was living of drums
Back then knew that my time was gone come
Till I buy momma a house don't want none
(I don't want shit)
Okay
Betty white died so we pouring up the rosé
DC nigga I was looking up to Rosé
Off white fit but I never trust an ofay
Woah che
No way no way no way
Keep it real Kurt with a skirt Che Cobain
Shit
I'm a million dollar man with a half billi copay
Yea
We do this shit on the daily
The tape going crazy
You could play track three
Halfway through and it still could cremate me
You'd have the summon the dеad to out rap me
Or speak on the dеad if you tryna out rank me
KTSE everywhere that I be
I be dripping in chi like I'm fresh out of reiki
Goddamn
U just a busboy go and get the boss man
Free black man you would think I called Cochran
Fuck the police
There a couple good cops
Nah fuck the police
I don't even like Roxanne
But I keep the whole team strapped like a rock band
Better yet the whole team strapped like Iraq man
Yea yea yea
The crab that got out of the barrel
My faith in the fables
And cards on the table
You'd think that we practicing tarot
We don't do this apparel
Or driving a Bentley or beam or Camaro
I'm on the yellow brick road
To a story foretold
On the wing of a mystical sparrow
He's telling me go
The best of all mankind
Why chose this as our goal
Why climb the highest mountain
We choose to go to the moon
And do the other things
Not because they are easy
But because they are hard
She say I seem different but it's hard to trust
I'm not the guy that she thought I was
Shit
She say she's sick of falling for the inauthentic
Say she's made love, but she's never been in love
Damn
Che Che
AM
