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Dear Silas
Dear Silas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Silas Stapleton III
Silas Stapleton III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noizy
Noizy
Producer
Shell Enns
Shell Enns
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
How ya doin'? What's ya name?
Nevermind, pull up on me in Atlanta
When you hear what I'm puttin' down, gon' get excited
Shit ya pants, might need to bring a pamper
Cop a ticket, fuck it, cop four more
Bring ya granny wit' her knees on swole
Shakin' her thigh, figured I would bat a eye
Wink at her on my stage, watch it all unfold, ho-ho
Pick it up, fuck that, don't put down
Line up a pot, I'm 'bout to cook now
I took the sauce and dipped wit' two sporks
Came off the noodle, took it to pound town
For real
I don't got to pop a pill, I can sip soda pop and chill
Baby, come make the deal
I give you the dill you can feel in the back of a poppy field
Now how you wanna get it?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Make ya feel it in yo' pinky toe
Grab the reigns, I'm 'bout to make it rain
Hop in the chariot, make it swing low
Done wit' it, what's next? Stop it now
My momma told me to shop around
Break it down, shh, be quiet, bitch, shut up
Cat's out the bag meow
[Chorus]
Get out the way
When a real **** come through, damn, I thought I told you
We been the wave
When they ask where I been, I been mindin' my biz
'Cause I been out the way, way, way, way
Take something outta nothing 'cause
We make a way, way, way, way, aye
[Verse 2]
Make a **** wanna
Wake up, pull out the cup, poured up the Folgers
I mean they really got me
Fucked up, hmm, I showed up and never lost composure
I tried to tell ya you can't fuck wit' him
Even if you was fat, it's lookin' slim
I reckon that you could take a dive and swim
In the pool with who the squares be cool wit' them
****, shut the fuck up
Don't be coming 'round me actin' like a homie
When we know ya really is a sucka
Patna, you don't know me, I bet you a phony
Wait, shut up, stop, bring that shit back
Like a ass poppin' hard for the nine-nine in the two
Thou shall not do whatever you think you can whenever
It's my time, do it for the damn fine
Ugh, feel that bass all in yo' stomach
Treble, now don't you run from it
I make that shit that make you wanna get up, say, girl
Let's make our booty cheeks plummet, I know you love it
Fight the temptation, don't rub it
Good music make you say, "Fuck it"
But if you get the urge, wanna splurge
Bump all my shit and tell people you heard it
[Chorus]
Get out the way
When a real **** come through, damn, I thought I told you
We been the wave
When they ask where I been, I been mindin' my biz
'Cause I been out the way, way, way, way
Take something outta nothing 'cause
We make a way, way, way, way, aye
[Chorus]
Get out the way
When a real **** come through, damn, I thought I told you
We been the wave
When they ask where I been, I been mindin' my biz
'Cause I been out the way, way, way, way
Take something outta nothing 'cause
We make a way, way, way, way, aye
[Outro]
Get out the—
Written by: Silas Stapleton III
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