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token – salt shaker lyrics

[verse 1]
rise in the air like heat
i’m probably where it peak (uh+huh)
i’m probably where the top of the airline reach
i’m probably where that pilot prepared to be
too high in the air, i’m probably rare to see
if y’all got a prayer then follow the prayer to me
cause not to compare, but if god’s in the air
then he probably there with me (uh+huh)
my soul healing, i know the feeling of loss and prayers and grief (grief)
like old buildings, i know the feeling of awkward stares at me (that’s f+cking stupid)
hop in a quick whip
got ‘еm all thinking robin is in it
i’m in the trenches, i’m making hits, still balancing bars it’s likе i’m a gymnast
she had a bad year, i got a thing with promising b+tches
i’m gonna fix it (i’m gonna fix it)
i keep a b+tch to the right of the wheel, she feel like a stick shift
bro coming over, he come up with gas
he eat off the grass, it feel like a picnic
you might see him on the tv with 5+0 behind him like the olympics
y’all run around with a posse of men and i only want b+tches on me like i’m pinterest
she f+cking his group of friends and my group of friends
then back to his group of friends
we call her a cross+trainer, she not into fitness (uh+huh)
[chorus]
i tolerate her, i just had to flip her over to use her like a salt shaker
homies ten years older lived through me, i’m just a teenager
couldn’t save the ho but i still left her as her screensaver (screensaver)

[verse 2]
bob and i weave through the b+tch and the b+tch bed
coppin’ a plea when i’m seen with the b+tch friend
humiliate piece, put her in a sundress
make him do a push up, make him take a drug test
mean face, looking at her like i’m funk flex
be safe, f+ck her with me, i’m a success
cheat day, gotta feed the fans and up them keys
keys ain’t come with my car, there’s a b+tton
predate any moment of my success
we stay in the stu’ until the sun crept
each day, fill the pages up with air time
screenplay, i could write one in my spare time
keep paid, all the homies and they see why
we made something outta nothing each time
please stay back, i don’t trust all them
deepfake, might look like but it’s not him
she had right look when she walked in
she knocked both doors [?]
she had boyfriend, but she called him
he like my track and i dropped him
don’t get sidetracked you might fall in
he won’t bite back, but he barking
it’s like iraq and i’m muslim
off my flight back, i’m in customs
and i got a secret to tell the b+tch
yes i f+cked a promoter, but it’s the culture
this is how i’m welcomed in (brr!)
i got her praying to god wearing a cross hooked to a thin chain (uh+huh)
but it ain’t really a cross, that is a “t”, it is my nickname
we gotta celebrate, couple drinks in me
i sing to a b+tch like i’m rick james
cups in the kitchen were dirty, so we took a mugshot like a inmate
mama said “where did your girl go, thought you were good with her and you hit it off”
i told her “i treat that ho like a stroller
i put my kids in her and i wheel her off”
[chorus]
i tolerate her, i just had to flip her over to use her like a salt shaker
homie’s ten years older have lived through me, i’m just a teenager
couldn’t save the ho but i still left her as her screensaver

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