Dead Players Testimony (feat. Childish Major) - Interlude

**** is we doin', fellas and fools?

Yes, for work, we bringin' them tools

Breakin' our rules, now shit done got out of hand

When the whole hands, messed times, it's schedule

High vibes, we next to

Stakes high, eyebrows high, actin' irregular

Momma crib with WiFi still on the cellular

Tellin' all your business to [?] breakings and missions

Pickin' up a car, hands old gas and emissions

Eyes tired, soul tired, dawg, just tell one lie

For old times sake, call up old hoes, ayy

Ayy, if you ain't out here playin', I cling to your heart

If I do, I hope you know that it's a dog in this man

Mastered the art of no ****s gave, a waverider

An all-nighter, a good buyer

Not a sleep tighter, where the register is? Fire a plan

Watchin' the player in me dyin', dead

You are just what I had in mind

I was lookin' for you

[?] in my head a million times

Baby, I'm there for you

She was just what I had in mind

I was lookin' for you

[?] in my head a million times

[?] in my corner, uh

From a distance, you can make we wonder, uh

What if?

My life [?] is holdin' over me

Yo

Oh, I'm good, are you?

Oh, yeah, I'm just, uh

I'm lookin' at this Airbnb, uh, up the way

I was thinkin' we can you know

Get away for a little bit and

Me and you, just slide, I'll, I'll pick you up

Pack your lil' bag

That sound good?