Dour

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Double 07 Lyrics

Track 8 of Spitta’s collaboration project with Alchemist.

[Intro]

Looking for someone down the line

But no one will be there to see it

through

Fuck all y'all

Yeah

Lames catch feelings

We catch flights

Fool

Yeah

You should be rollin' up by now

Locate your lighters

Yeah

[Verse]

Shelter from the rain in a parked car

Chopping game, modifying my slangs

Fog lights in the grill, in Negril whippin' the '96 Range

It's insane how fast they let you drive in them narrow lanes

My independence remain

'Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne

I grind and maintain my peace of mind

Almost lost it once on the line, but see that I found it just in time

A mercenary killer, p

aid for bringin' death to these wack niggas

You call them raps? That's why them labels never called you back

Pimpin', yeah, jack, Spitta snap, long flight

Turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass

007, but I ain't talking agents

Two ounces and seven grams, my nigga, we still blazing

You uneasy in my presence, dumb questions, dumber statements

I'm on a whole 'nother level, roof terrace, you the basement

Couldn't gain possession, them haters couldn't take it

Can't see me 'less you sleeping, nigga,

Freddy vs. Jason

Snoozing on a jet movement, your worst nightmare in the making[Outro]

Yeah, yeah

Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life

Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life

Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life

Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah