CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Second Wind

Hold on, hold on, let me actually, let me hit it first, let me hit it
Then we can do it, yeah

Fist full of wind in the back of the Buick
Same one that wrecked into Madison Huey's
They be like, "Aye E, whatchu doin?"
Same ol', same ol', tryna get through it
Buckin' and jookin' and choppin' and screwin' with Rob and them
Hoodies and all of my color-ways muted
I'm neutral, it's truthful that I've been secluded
Been dancing with demons
If seeing's believing, I think I'm diluted
I mean dilated
I mean belated, man, I didn't proof this
I practice aloofness
Been cuttin' the cord 'cause I had a few Brutuses
Yeah, y'all know who this is
Pardon my hubris
Aimin' for Buddhist, aimin' for

South in my mouth
And man, I can't control it
Even if I hold my breath