sutaijian - seamstress lyrics
jumping off your momma’s porch
it wasn’t safe but it floated your boat
now our kids send paper boats into motion
now we on yachts cruising every single ocean
ocean prime, man this been my prime
eating cold cuts, all we ever had was pork rinds
tryna get you out the juvy for some petty crime
hail mary hymns from my wifey mouth, my kids gon be real devout
we was stone cold atheists who had no optimism
then i found god
would’ve got stoned in the early ages, that’s a different story
the house got 4 stories
stoned forever, i’ve got onе mind sp+ce, but trust the process, trust thе vision
my vision, my vision, never lose focus
on my motherf+cking mission
missionary cause she pretty, spreading gods words, girls legs when i’m spreading the devils
you was the devil in that black dress
id pay a milli to your seamstress, just to get your curves looking all perfect
but right now, youre far away from my reach, not with someone else, so let me still live in my leather dreams
i don’t have everything
i don’t have anything
but i think i could still have you to myself
running into my arms, everywhere
they could look both ways
look both ways when you cross them streets
but now i’m on the good side
waiting for me to cross your mind
i got a cross to my chest, praying god don’t take me next
all these dreams i listed out
they can’t be lucid from now on out
im sutaijian after all
the government name won’t live on
pouring out diva vodka like its drinking water
they could switch they styles up they never gone jack mine
but now they sound real inspired, so i’m indifferent
but my children gon be real different
our children gone be different
golden ivy league deg+rees and silver plaques
we went to a school of hard knocks, and leeched onto studio time for gold plaques
when the homeowners knocked on our doors, only to find that we jetted off to los angeles
like the doors, l.a women with us behind closed doors
riders on the storm, riding h+d bikes that we stole
pockets done been swole
just so they would light our fires at the end of the night
flipping old samples like im dilla, aight but
wheres the soul? we was rapping about blow on them
they could look both ways
i was wayward, lost up in my old ways
gaze at the skies, looking for an alibi and i found mine
i found you
i hoped you feel alone
but now you mine
pearly brown eyes
the apple of my eye
black hair, so fair
you look like my next mistake
but i told god don’t take me there again
they could switch they styles up they never gone jack mine
jack+offs, they tryna work the way up my spire
exciting times, but i’m closer to the funeral pyre
back when we would sit back
crack jokes, smoke crack
10s kids style
that’s fyre, put that on ja
hahaha
made my own rules, now i’m playing lawyer for my kids
never get a harlot
never park your car in the wrong parking lot
retro 707 jet, i turned it into a motel on the airport lots
my head got knots, but i’m not going out
this is heaven in a lightning bottle
earned a lot, but i ain’t earned a lot, till our kids play peacefully
in my back lot
that’s supposed to be a euphemism for a better tomorrow
a better tomorrow for me and my kinfolk
is still not a better tomorrow
terminal one, calculate my footprint
fore i’m really gone
they could look both ways
they could switch they styles up they never gon jack mine
she a damsel, but i always make sure she ain’t distressed
the second she’s in stress, i turn the world around to
turn her frown upside down
i’m a mess, but we’re getting better together
it’s cold outside, but we still undressing
each other, it’s only right if i take off the zipper myself
run my hands down her back
i won’t stand in no family photos
and no wedding photos
i can’t be seen, i’m an eyesore, i’m ugly
but you make up for my genes
you could still be everything
you can be the star of my show
ill take the backseat while you’ve got your hands on the wheel
the camera reels just got a new subject to capture, the art of you being my muse, seamstress make it come true
my vision, my vision, never lose focus
on my motherf+cking mission
missionary cause she pretty, spreading gods words, girls legs when i’m spreading the devils
you was the devil in that black dress
id pay a milli to your seamstress, just to get your curves looking all perfect
but right now, youre far away from my reach, not with someone else, so let me still live in my leather dreams
i don’t have everything
i don’t have anything
but i think i could still have you to myself
running into my arms, everywhere
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