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cozy - sons of god lyrics

drownin in the ocean, man, i feel like water
driving in slow motion and it’s getting hotter
if we the sons of god, where the daughters!?
i wander in the gutter, like where my dollar!?
f-ck fashion week, imma set it on fire
bags under my eyes, can’t you see they designer?
not afraid of bullets b-tches gimme crossfire
keep on talking sh-t but dont touch my attire

i just been a b-tch but imma make it happen
smoke around my lips, got a latin dragon
just did a trick, only stars im lackin
only welcome if you wrapped in satin
i’m not a jackson, but b-tch im crackin
no crack in the pipe, only hype im stackin
nine eleven laughin and i’m on manhattan
”the twins are naked, but they still shakin”
i wanna go n buy a b-tch just like her name is marry jane
i wanna ride ride in a b-tch ride this b-tch through a barricade
no new friends people know how to play
i met all my bros like two thousand and 8
the circle is small like a tab of lucy
your game is loose like my ex’s p-ssy

it’s magic, im rollin, you see the girls are smiling
it’s tragic, we going, see everybody diying
a lesson, you learnin, see everybody lieing
my teeh are, survivors, because of all the grinding

drowning in the ocean…
driving in slow motion…
if we the sons of god…
if we the sons of god…
where the daughters!?
i just came from the booth going straight to the h-ll
it’s the end of the youth and you screaming for help
it’s sad but it’s truth, im just ringin the bell
i’m so mad but im smooth, can you digg in the smell?
i’m in love with the white
i’m in love with the night
i know that sounded corny bruh
gotta get me a life
move her life to the sky
than ill go to california

hypnotic and i’m toxic
lips are blue – hypoxic
i’m smokin in the tropcis
surfin tsunamis they catastrophic
puffin afghani i’ll never stop it
i guess it’s f-cking bossin
mcgregor b-tch im boxin
but you let all the c-cks in!
i feel bad for ya
but it ain’t got no sense
i feel sad for ya
you countin only cents..
you just mad on her
’cause she likes 50 cent
and i’m a mad owner
’cause it’s my bussiness plan!

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