"Clean Linen Satin Pillow" lyrics
The Cool Kids & Pink Siifu Lyrics
They said you was sposed to hold us
You was sposed to grow up
You was sposed to spoke up
You was sposed to go nuts
See you cold you need a chauffeur
We was goin rover
They say we was throwing rocks at the pen big as boulders
And the phones always show up
So Jose don't give no fucks
BANCO don't give no fucks
Tear a whole town down
It's prolly like 4 of us
Shows always go up
The radikon red and 42 po em both up
When we was growing up we let them slick niggas coach us
Got rich offa da phones but we victims of the culture
Enough money don't be feeling like enough
Need Jahlil Nzinga 40x60s in the tuck
Got a lust for the luxury
It's spillin' in my cup
Let 'em get his trust fund then we kill em in a month
That really happened for my homie in Philly
Bro they'll ghost you, then tell you how you was sposed to move
All these supposed too
What I'm supposed to be
They say you supposed to do it like this
But I ain't gonna do it like that
Niggas wish that they could do it like this
A spokesman, a spokesman
That spokesman, I know the plan
Holding hands with these grow mans I can't tend
Like I can't bend, like who I'm supposed to be
For everybody that's family and those that's close to me
Those that ghosted me
Who really close to me
Niggas love to be evil that show pattern, these dreams happen
My talents fractured. We broke the rules.
You know, I tend to chill with niggas that love to move who we backing only a chosen few
Can't broke the code
Gotta know what to do. Wonder who told them to.
Whoever you got with ya gotta have vision. I pray they do.
I pray they do what they supposed to do
Cause niggas we break through
I'm trying to tell niggas that's what you supposed to do
We was growing up real soldiers had to show us
They don't give a fuck, pay attention on the come up
Niggas don't give a fuck
You was growing up only had bitches in your corner
I had real bitches in my corner, and real that niggas don't give a fuck
Can't be listenin' to OGs that fell off, talkin' about what you're supposed to do
I hate when niggas be in my ear trying to coach some
Seem like a lot of niggas know some, but everybody love to play the side
Rest in peace the fakes and the lies
Rest in peace, the ones dead and alive
See another pig when I drive by side eye
It's crazy. They the ones that open fire.
Still, I ride, still, I ride around, everything on me
Grown man, ain't never really asked for nothing
Grown man, understand, don't question a blessing
See, you get one you gotta give back
So many scars I had to peel back
The mind hold a lot, till it all crack
But I'm still that
That nigga can't see tomorrow but he still that
Still on bullshit, ready to fire till they shoot back all on the stage...
Still that
Still
You was sposed to grow up
You was sposed to spoke up
You was sposed to go nuts
See you cold you need a chauffeur
We was goin rover
They say we was throwing rocks at the pen big as boulders
And the phones always show up
So Jose don't give no fucks
BANCO don't give no fucks
Tear a whole town down
It's prolly like 4 of us
Shows always go up
The radikon red and 42 po em both up
When we was growing up we let them slick niggas coach us
Got rich offa da phones but we victims of the culture
Enough money don't be feeling like enough
Need Jahlil Nzinga 40x60s in the tuck
Got a lust for the luxury
It's spillin' in my cup
Let 'em get his trust fund then we kill em in a month
That really happened for my homie in Philly
Bro they'll ghost you, then tell you how you was sposed to move
All these supposed too
What I'm supposed to be
They say you supposed to do it like this
But I ain't gonna do it like that
Niggas wish that they could do it like this
A spokesman, a spokesman
That spokesman, I know the plan
Holding hands with these grow mans I can't tend
Like I can't bend, like who I'm supposed to be
For everybody that's family and those that's close to me
Those that ghosted me
Who really close to me
Niggas love to be evil that show pattern, these dreams happen
My talents fractured. We broke the rules.
You know, I tend to chill with niggas that love to move who we backing only a chosen few
Can't broke the code
Gotta know what to do. Wonder who told them to.
Whoever you got with ya gotta have vision. I pray they do.
I pray they do what they supposed to do
Cause niggas we break through
I'm trying to tell niggas that's what you supposed to do
We was growing up real soldiers had to show us
They don't give a fuck, pay attention on the come up
Niggas don't give a fuck
You was growing up only had bitches in your corner
I had real bitches in my corner, and real that niggas don't give a fuck
Can't be listenin' to OGs that fell off, talkin' about what you're supposed to do
I hate when niggas be in my ear trying to coach some
Seem like a lot of niggas know some, but everybody love to play the side
Rest in peace the fakes and the lies
Rest in peace, the ones dead and alive
See another pig when I drive by side eye
It's crazy. They the ones that open fire.
Still, I ride, still, I ride around, everything on me
Grown man, ain't never really asked for nothing
Grown man, understand, don't question a blessing
See, you get one you gotta give back
So many scars I had to peel back
The mind hold a lot, till it all crack
But I'm still that
That nigga can't see tomorrow but he still that
Still on bullshit, ready to fire till they shoot back all on the stage...
Still that
Still
