Lyrics

[Intro]
There's something 'bout the swaying of the trees
Trust
[Verse 1]
There's something 'bout the swaying of the trees
Traces of a breeze
The way in which I speak's making them believe
That I'm cooler than a fan
You may need a fleece
I’ve been in these streets and I’ve got receipts
Kensington for brunch, grab a bubble tea
I don’t trouble you, so you don’t trouble me
I just make the rounds and then I exit off the scene
Emblem on the tee
I'm effortlessly clean
That never could be me
I never could be begging for a man to set me free
I always keep it real 'cause I'm a sentimental g
The people see my art becah I wear it on my sleeve
I had to let it breathe
I give them Rei Of Light, I'm like an iridescent beam
I've got innovative schemes, and I mixed them with my dreams
Come we make this history, ****
[Chorus]
Leaning
One hand on my whip
The other on my bitch, I'm a slick ****, blood
Scheming
I'm a smart fucking G
You know my heart clean but mi come from the mud
Woah woah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
****, don't be getting too close
So why you wanna try me
O Lord, protect me cah they're shiesty
[Verse 2]
Yeah, there's something 'bout the way the moon hit the river
My mood is a mirror
In cahoots with the truth
Too smooth with it, ****
Grape juice sipper
Sunroof disappearer
Panoramic views from the room in the villa
Indubitably, ****
You see the way I talk is extraordinary
I'm like a pimp stick walking, don't you force my hand
A force to be reckoned with, of course I am
I bet you take a walk with man
Cah I got trips to take
I got pics to paint
And my **** over there, he got bricks to break
You see my **** over there, he got strips to tape
Ayo, I'm paranoid cah everybody know my face
You don't want us pulling up outside your golden gates
You don't want my **** sliding round in stolen plates
You should know your place
I'm just rolling safe, you know
[Chorus]
Leaning
One hand on my whip
The other on my bitch, I'm a slick ****, blood
Scheming
I'm a smart fucking G
You know my heart clean but mi come from the mud
Woah woah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
****, don't be getting too close
So why you wanna try me?
O Lord, protect me cah they're shiesty
[Outro]
So why you wanna try me?
O Lord, protect me cah they're shiesty
Written by: Louis-Rae Jett Pele Beadle, Mohammed Amaar Baz, Tiggs Da Author
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