Facade

Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake you'll be in heaven

Hope you'll come back when it slow, and there's chances that you won't

Jadeci was da persona, put that mask on for that show

All this talk, all these motherfuckin' jokes

All these projects full of hoes, and all my contacts do not call and give a fuck about me

Just dug it out, like a slug right to your mouth

And these bitches play me dirty like the music in the South

Cut off all the supervicious with the sickle that I brough

Often loaded like a pistol 'cause the ammo was around

Man, this culture got me stuck, all these vultures in the cut

Used to think it was the answer, now I'm naughty in my gut

Push your luck, play with shit that make you numb (Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake you'll be in heaven)

Hard to coat without the focus, but this buzzle make it come, that's fo' sho'

Hope you'll come back when it slow, and there's chances that you won't

Jadeci was da persona, put that mask on for that show

All this talk, all these motherfuckin' jokes

All these projects full of hoes, and all my contacts do not call and give a fuck about me

Just dug it out, like a slug right to your mouth

And these bitches play me dirty like the music in the South

Cut off all the supervicious with the sickle that I brough

Often loaded like a pistol 'cause the ammo was around

Man, this culture got me stuck, all these vultures in the cut (Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake you'll be in heaven)

Used to think it was the answer, now I'm naughty in my gut

Push your luck, play with shit that make you numb

Hard to coat without the focus, but this buzzle make it come, that's fo' sho'

Hope you'll come back when it slow, and there's chances that you won't-won't

Jadeci was da persona, put that mask on for that show

All this talk, all these motherfuckin' jokes

All these projects full of hoes, and all my contacts do not call and give a fuck about me

Just dug it out, like a slug right to your mouth

And these bitches play me dirty like the music in the South

Cut off all the supervicious with the sickle that I brough

Often loaded like a pistol 'cause the ammo was around

Man, this culture got me stuck, all these vultures in the cut

Used to think it was the answer, now I'm naughty in my gut

Push your luck, play with shit that make you numb (Close your eyes and count to seven, when you wake you'll be in heaven)

Hard to coat without the focus, but this buzzle make it come, that's fo' sho'