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nantes - unwise (interlude) lyrics

microfone: “man, west good, bro? man, i’m tellin you, my bro nantes, bro…we was in the hood. we was watchin’, we seen that girl. ay, i ain’t gon ponder on it too much, know what i’m sayin’? imma eat these pollen seeds. imma let you tell the story++go head, man.”

(verse 1)
yo, teach him wisdom
why talk? just forget it
he’s just a cynic, hidin’ between his f+ckin’ linen wit his mistress
hopin’ that she can excuse the size of his erection
comparin’ him to her ex+dude
the x moves apply to the kicks
which he knows well when it comes to thе fits
if she’s gunnin’ for you, you best get out quick kuz that’s wisе
(hook: microfone)
“aw man, you talkin’ bout that new girl on the block? the one who beautiful. she lightskin, she got that booty, bro! like man, like ay++but i ain’t gon lie, it’s sum about her, for real. i feel like we should all push back to the set, bro. i feel like you should leave her alone, nawm sayin’, bro? you know just bear wit me…”

(verse 2)
yo, listen here
the hardships came wit caution
causin’ me cross the yellow tape for my goals
and the lies that were spilled on pavement
she laid it on the table, along with her identity
passin’ all the energy, sheltered in the drugs
she fine enough to make me hit it wit no glove
but the streetlights pulled the verdict
yes, they heard it
nantes, if you’re the master of the track
just relax, we peeped out from the start when she walked in
she had the vibe of seven devils like suge knight
her bl+wj+b is a long kiss goodnight
maybe the hood’s right
satan in some yoga pants wit the long hair and thick ass thighs
caramel complexion wit the big brown eyes
thinkin’ to myself, “is this unwise?”
hey, is this unwise?

(hook: microfone)
“bro, don’t you got a baby mama? like+++man! granny don told you bout messin’ wit them females, n+gga. on bloods, i’m finna get on yo head, boy. you need to get back to yo priorities, for real. for real, dawg….for real”
(verse 3)
passed out from like one fifth and toke of the spliff
so i’m leavin out her window
little sister woke up and she screamin’ like a banshee
formulate a plan b
feet thought to run
for a bite of a hannah honey bun and sparkle’s bottom lip
i’m thinkin “oh sh+t”
manish with my answers, amateur wit these stanzas
still couldn’t add up how she caught up
kuz i was runnin’ fast
thinkin’ of excuses, rummagin’ through my mind
her appearance contortin’ before my very eyes
this was unwise to realize what was given
forsakin’ all religion
is this real? is this really happenin’?
her intentions had me losin’ my mind
then she revealed to me that her name could only be sunshine

(hook: microfone)
“man, we don told you, nantes. now, you datin’ the m+th+f+ckin devil, bro. look at you, thought you was gon get a nice girl. unh+unh, n+gga, it don’t work like that. whatever happened to tellin’ the truth? nawm sayin’? you still under that streetlight on west boulevard. man, what about that other female that was callin’ yo phone the other day? what about her? what’s her name, dawg?”

- nantes lyrics

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