Dead Players Testimony – Arin Ray (feat. Childish Major)
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Fuck is we doing? Feelings and fools She asked for work, we brought her them tools Breaking our own rules now Shit done got outta hand, wanna hold hands Match times with schedules I advise we next up Stakes high, eyebrows high, acting irregular Mama crib, weak wifi still on the cellular Tellin’ all ya business tax brackets and missions Picking up a car, errands, oil, gas, and emissions Eyes tied, soul tied, thought to tell one lie For old time sake, call up some old hoes, hey If you ain’t out here playin’ I’ll cling to your heart If I do, I hope you know that it’s a dog in this man Mastered the art of no fucks gave A wave rider, a all nighter, a good buyer, nah sleep tighter Wedding registry, air fryer applying Watching the player in me dying Dead
Yo I’m good how you Oh yeah, I’m just, uh, looking at this Airbnb, Out the way (Ain’t it good, baby?) I was thinking, we can you know (Ooh child, yeah) Get away for a little bit, me and you just slide I’ll pick you up, pack you a lil bag That sound good?