Iñigo Zobel

Crack for the phoner. I was too high when she left me. Living lowkey do a blow
to the cove in the Bentley. Hitting my force with a pretty full foe looking
deadly on the road to a home with a boat and a jet ski
With a fine piec don’t tell me ive been going through a lot of problms.
Money couldn’t solve them really heavens often keep you in involvement feeling
like a fallen really want some reefer with appalling keep the honey pouring
keep the money foreign. Gearing like an eagle that was soaring leaving never
dormant. Seeking the informant who can give a reason for my losses
So I check the cost and the price tag bitch I’ll be the boss and she like that.
See my tears they fall on the nightcap. Scenes my dream are falling and crack
Pick the pieces up and reform the matrix. I’ve seen enough reborn and honest.
Don’t need the figures. Yall keep the fluff from my conversations
I’m a straight shooter from the stacks. I’m getting from the back they can
never stab me. Cover my ass. I’m stepping right back like pippin so fast that I
call ‘em family
So, just please excuse on my table man as I was making room for them table
dances and if we talking bout your advancements. I quote Im ghost
You still wanna wait for me. I can’t even follow. You still wanna play for
keeps. Bet it all tomorrow on me