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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Choker
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Never could maintain contact, no
No one can bring my uncle back
(La-la-la-la-la) And I'll meet you soon
[Verse 2]
Candy for yourself
Stranded, embracin' deep pale
My mother said, "Ain't nobody owe you shit"
"Ain't nobody owe you shit, boy"
[Verse 3]
Bought iguanas just to let 'em go
Bought 'em high, sell 'em for the low
VR video, porno disappointing
I can't relate with a white dick
I can't escape when the night hit
Got a text from an old friend
Talkin' 'bout, "****, where you been?"
[Verse 4]
In my skin, in my thoughts
On the real, I'm just countin' down blocks to my refuge, plenty capable
I don't need rescue, but it helps when you drift though
But it helps when you drift through
[Verse 5]
Look down at my wrist, awful humid it is
I see uncles and aunties, my ice in a grip
We'd see blue ones and airless, run with the restless, no Paris
It's local bucha and Ferris wheels
Don't give into what the careless feel
I hold a peel off a quarter mill for my mornin' meal
Now my tummy still
**** testin' my limits, I offer deals
Never overkill, slow stroke water, never spill
Slowpoke got a pink cover on a yellow fill
Weed sells, but it ain't gold
Put my daddy's plans on hold
I'ma do me, I got new goals
I got new goals, I got new goals
I got new goals, I got new goals
[Verse 6]
Flip and clip it to sell it
Drip by the minute, I tell 'em
Big tour feelin' real now
Billboards don't look down
Written by: Christopher Lloyd, Jeff Kleinman, Michael Uzowuru