Crave Moore - JAY JAY OKOCHA lyrics
[Verse 1] Keep a picture of your p**y in my pocket co*ky like the bullets in the rhino High notes eat the cookie with my eyes closed Fishy hit the kitten like a punch bag Baby girl think that I'm a Scumbag Save it b i shoot cah I'm dangerous So smooth on my playlist Cold mood sugar no pudding Couldn't put it on a low fuse Bad should he but he shouldn't go that close Bad throat prolly from the black smoke Black jokes pop like balloons when the gas goes off no fumes Just pause Sing your lullaby with a ton of lies If i could u know i would cry Because satan punishes the bad for there evil Wait don't that make him the good guy [Hook] Trynna keep it real we should watch film came here trynna f** Know you wanna chill I keep it real with you I know its real with you Say what you feel Mean what you say Smoke those demons away I keep it real with you I know its real with you [Verse 2] Wash my dishes in some emo tears Got vanilla ice tea & some peanuts Been rushed off my feet Cream stuck to my fingers, lean cups crushed by the sofa Motorrola razer So low I flipped it Flow smooth sip pain like its vodka Hold my own I'm craver, stay Underrated so true like Jay Jay Okotcha Came and I conquered, pondered the stain Scars stay kinda want them Fond of the thoughts talk Change like I'm conscious Blame got me bonkerz Trynna abstain from the bottle Hope it ain't raining tomorrow Wanna go kick ball trynna celebrate Nothing ain't changed but the motto Trynna Feel the fear and still do it anyway [Verse 3] Know your probably trynna sleep Seep the coffee in my veins tho Cobbles on the street Made me topple like a tree Swallow poverty and greed Want a coma like a long sleep Prolly what i need Greif got me on my knees Dream i swallow what i see And i see politics I love it when they contradict There promises Them promises are Hollow followed by the bottle swig I wallow in a novel bliss I'm lost in the dark Kiss a thot in the dance Missed a spot Drop 60 on a bottle in france Trance trippy took a tab Cab cost me and arm Scab picky black itchy Rash mossy and scared Chapstick my black lips Kinda glossy & soft I sing poverty Robberies wrong Big appetite Pacify casual theft Free Palestine Patronise somebody else I need satellites Battle crys straight from the ghetto Major and mellow please Pray for Aleppo I do both then i do road with the rebels If u love yourself me too gimme some love They just mad cause i got hands bigger than trumps Understand whats the plan I'mma figure it out Still in the south vigilant gimme a shout