Tekster:
Hot Water Music In The Gray

I'm suspended now, Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten town December rolls around, Lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in

replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot

me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot nine exclusive

replace you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot

thoughts attacking me. I saw the some come, in New Orleans, Through the window n the front, We just smoked and watched it come; Being lazy with the gray

the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive Got y'all Hulkin

mask on Last long and anything that's past is passed on [Talking: Fashawn] Niggas call it the gray area cause it's gray and shit over there right. "Amsterdam

you Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back Niggaz talk shit, we never mind that Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack Write hot shit, and

head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 exclusive