Jaill - Suave Losin' It lyrics

s** the puff out of your cheeks They've been red, you've been in heat The story stayed sad and seamless When the feast arrives we'll murder it Hold my head while I eat We've been starving Scaring ghosts under sheets We're naked as graves and speechless Coined the term suave losin' it We look aghast and our feet don't touch the floor We're a far cry from home Won't be heard and it won't get us stoned No one says fierec Fierce like we used to when we were all enraged Ablaze, spectacular Now b**hing bleeds when boasting leaves About the pageantry of the floor model thieves We carry our torch bright and it don't die When it's night, not good We're not loving it But the dying man don't complain Cause the dead man don't feel no pain We look like trash And our feet don't touch the floor