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wilcon - borderline divine lyrics

borderline divine lyrics
[verse 1]
write songs for my only fans
but i ain’t talking paid s+x
wash away my sins
like my car i use some rain+x
ice on the road
worse than freezing all your bank checks
now i’m doing h+lla work
but my job isn’t thankless

got the white, i ain’t talking ’bout cool whip
fresh ass breath, sipping on a mint julep
studio days in new ro, with mike mulah
record a song then go meet the boys at abduallah’s

gonna have a cyph
please make sure my l is plain
better hope we ain’t kicked out
cause tonight it’s supposed to rain
had a nice bmw shirt, it got stained
i wasn’t born in ‘93 but, i feel pain

[chorus]
ain’t no feelings left behind
know my life is gon’ be fine
borderline divine
by design i’m
making sure the world knows
that it’s my time
tryna network, what’s the
password to the wifi?
ain’t no feelings left behind man
i ain’t nav, but this sh+t is perfect timing
already know i’m steady scheming when i’m rhyming
y’all don’t say anything, i think you’re miming
yeah!
[verse 2]
always gonna post up
roll up
smoke up
we in public so we gotta focus
gotta be outside because they told us
if we stay inside they’re gonna mold us
get the bread but i ain’t talking no crust

work and play
almost every f+ckin’ day
dream at night of b+tches
wearing nothing but their lingerie
imma come to practice
tell the coach that i don’t wanna play
it’s a smoke weed, write music type kind of day

so i tell people, that
i ain’t gon’ be doing sh+t
but if i go out that prolly means
that i ain’t doin sh+t
i am not a mover
so that means that i ain’t moving sh+t
never would i f+ck a b+tch
on rude and high falutin sh+t
never that
[chorus]
ain’t no feelings left behind
know my life is gon’ be fine
borderline divine
by design i’m
making sure the world knows
that it’s my time
tryna network, what’s the
password to the wifi?
ain’t no feelings left behind man
i ain’t nav, but this sh+t is perfect timing
already know i’m steady scheming when i’m rhyming
y’all don’t say anything, i think you’re miming

[verse 3]
used to post up with my homies at the playground
type of dudes to keep some weed up in a sprayground
really it is cool to be weird, it’s ok now
high as h+ll on back of the bus, not a greyhound

a lot of men out there are p+ssy
they are ball+less
tryna get my pockets fat
christopher wallace
tryna fly to paris
can y’all show me where the mall is?
landed at the airport
and i met charles de gaulle b+tch
cutthroat
flows sharper than a razor blade
hope to have a bigger crowd
than presidential motorcade
look to me and take my hand
cause i think that i know the way
life is gon’ be borderline divine
there is no debate

- wilcon lyrics

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