30 Hours (Breemix)
By Faded BreeZie
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(Intro)
I mean look
We cool or whatever
And, it's not even really like I feel like this anymore, you know?
It's just, I heard the beat, I heard the hook
And, you know, certain beats, certain hooks, they just hit certain places
So, they make you write certain things
(Verse 1)
It-it-it-it-it-it-it was about 30 hours since we had our last Skype call
Till I showed up at your crib with your luggage and found the lights off (Whaddup?)
Which wasn't weird because honestly it was nightfall
So I knocked, no one answered, figured I'd walk (Gone)
Was honestly tryna clean up our mess like Pine-Sol
You cut me deep, and me snooping just added fine salt (*Burn*)
I mean you did it, but me looking, that was my fault (It was my fault)
And I just couldn't believe the messages I saw (Fuck!)
But then you pulled up with that person in your inbox
I couldn't wait, not a second, a perfect wristwatch
Truthfully I wanted to walk up, get his shit knocked (*Getting punched*)
But this was between us two, so he could kick rocks (Bitchass)
We had our words for each other and then I dipped off (*Running away*)
And since then we ain't even talked (Forreal)
Unless it's about divorce a little business, of course
But it's just stiff a little rig-rigor mortis (Hah)
Maybe that'll change when I am up in the Forbes
Or maybe it never will like niggas puffin them Ports
But fuck it (Fuck it)
Really now I'm just past it
You see the past is the past and now our passions ain't matching
I hope you understand that this is just a part of the package
It's who I am, it's who you were, when both our hearts were in rappin
Not how I feel at time, just thought I'd spill out a rhyme
Because the beat said 30 hours, 30 hours to fly (*Flying away*)
To the country where we met and where you went when we fell out
Ticket said DR it might as well have been Hellbound
(Baby I)
But-but-but-but I just want to let you know that ain't no hard feelings even when you're listening and now it hurts (Forreal, no hard feelings)
It's not how I'm feeling anymore, I gotta get it out though, I done wrote about an album-worth
So yeah there might be a month when I drop a bunch of these whenever I'm in a slump (So watch out)
So if you didn't like this, then I advise you to run
Cuz honestly there's probably like 25 more to come till I'm done
So
(Outro)
Like you could pay attention to this
Or-or not pay attention to what I'm doing
Like, at this point it don't really matter
I don't know which ones I'm gonna drop
When Imma drop em
But, I'm gon drop em
I mean look
We cool or whatever
And, it's not even really like I feel like this anymore, you know?
It's just, I heard the beat, I heard the hook
And, you know, certain beats, certain hooks, they just hit certain places
So, they make you write certain things
(Verse 1)
It-it-it-it-it-it-it was about 30 hours since we had our last Skype call
Till I showed up at your crib with your luggage and found the lights off (Whaddup?)
Which wasn't weird because honestly it was nightfall
So I knocked, no one answered, figured I'd walk (Gone)
Was honestly tryna clean up our mess like Pine-Sol
You cut me deep, and me snooping just added fine salt (*Burn*)
I mean you did it, but me looking, that was my fault (It was my fault)
And I just couldn't believe the messages I saw (Fuck!)
But then you pulled up with that person in your inbox
I couldn't wait, not a second, a perfect wristwatch
Truthfully I wanted to walk up, get his shit knocked (*Getting punched*)
But this was between us two, so he could kick rocks (Bitchass)
We had our words for each other and then I dipped off (*Running away*)
And since then we ain't even talked (Forreal)
Unless it's about divorce a little business, of course
But it's just stiff a little rig-rigor mortis (Hah)
Maybe that'll change when I am up in the Forbes
Or maybe it never will like niggas puffin them Ports
But fuck it (Fuck it)
Really now I'm just past it
You see the past is the past and now our passions ain't matching
I hope you understand that this is just a part of the package
It's who I am, it's who you were, when both our hearts were in rappin
Not how I feel at time, just thought I'd spill out a rhyme
Because the beat said 30 hours, 30 hours to fly (*Flying away*)
To the country where we met and where you went when we fell out
Ticket said DR it might as well have been Hellbound
(Baby I)
But-but-but-but I just want to let you know that ain't no hard feelings even when you're listening and now it hurts (Forreal, no hard feelings)
It's not how I'm feeling anymore, I gotta get it out though, I done wrote about an album-worth
So yeah there might be a month when I drop a bunch of these whenever I'm in a slump (So watch out)
So if you didn't like this, then I advise you to run
Cuz honestly there's probably like 25 more to come till I'm done
So
(Outro)
Like you could pay attention to this
Or-or not pay attention to what I'm doing
Like, at this point it don't really matter
I don't know which ones I'm gonna drop
When Imma drop em
But, I'm gon drop em
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