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szu - covenant lyrics

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cuffin these b+tches yo covenant
i don’t love em don’t even give em my government
i don’t feed em or trust em my budget spent
get my needs from the sky and my cullinan

throw on my gucci and slide with my brothers
even if this gone my last supper
sat quiet as kept suffering
everyday that i breathe i’m recovering

what’s in my cup it’s that tuss
steppin to gang it’s concussion
can’t even talk to me nice
i do not partake in discussion
she was just calling me twice tryna enter the function
david ruffin way i stuff her guts and make her pack luggage
came with nothin she gone do me dirty she gon keep me thuggin praying up to heaven but it ain’t feeling like its lights above me

rather get some money
but i spent it on the pills i’m crushing
can’t look in the mirror
i’m disgusted fill my cup with tussin

i pray that i fall on my money before on my knees
and i need anything from anyone who isn’t me
i’m off the clock and still tryna get free
just outta jail but it’s monopoly

i want the highway to digital trees
i need the key to release
time wait for no man it’s got you by the leashes they’ll change out the locks cause this body just leases

to be on the clock is like pledging allegiance
got 99 problems got 99 thesis
death at my door it ain’t tell me the reason
i open it up i ain’t never retreating karma gave me all my morals and demons i’m hearing voices that saying stay schemin

i ain’t spak i’m still beamin
in the cut like i’m bleeding
touch my cup no me i’m feening
if i’m standing up why i’m leaning

dont touch my cup no me i’m feening
i ain’t spak i’m still beamin
in the cut like i’m bleeding if
i’m standing why i’m leaning

cuffin these b+tches yo covenant
i don’t love em don’t give em my government
i don’t feed em or trust em my budget spent
get my needs from the sky and my cullinan

throw on my gucci slide with my brothers
even if this gone my last supper
sat quiet as kept suffering
everyday that i breathe i’m recovering

what’s in my cup it’s that tuss
steppin to gang it’s concussion
can’t even talk to me nice
i do not partake in discussion
she was just calling me twice tryna enter the function
david ruffin way i stuff her guts and make her pack luggage

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