Con Migo - Poncho Sanchez

Damn, hey Migo, damn, hey Damn, hey Hey, damn, DeNiro Hey, DeNiro I was the one that was fucked up my nigga I had to go get me a bag And I don't got time for none of these bitches They just tryna throw me that ass And I don't got time for none these niggas I'm too busy chasin' da cat Same niggas who livin' back then, they tryna come back from the past So I just load up my MAC Then I just smoke on that gas And when I sit back and just think on it My nigga, they really don't wanna wack These niggas know that they really be cappin' My nigga, I'm speakin' these facts My nigga, we slidin' and we never hidin' We pull up with sticks out the back, damn, hey Hold up lil' homie (damn) Heard these niggas say I got a check But last time I checked, I'm still in the hood, and I got a 'Vette But lemme just guess You'll hear anything and roll with next But if you insist You know that I started out servin out tenths (damn) Bought me a bale Then bought me scale, I'll pull up and serve you this threat Bought me some guns then I bought a bond My nigga, I'm feelin' like jack He watch his tounge, I grabbed his lung My nigga, I just got him wacked, damn I put my life on this track Everything I say is facts (damn) We get 'em in, and we get 'em gone I cannot talk on the phone (nope) I gotta sell me some strong Just get off yo' ass, quit askin' for loans Baby, come home and take off that thong Then you can give me that dome Then you can leave me alone I made me a play and I got it gone Sick of these niggas, I'm sick of these bitches (damn) Everything I say the realest Nigga, my pot you can feel it Been stayed in my bag, nigga, this taste like Henny Get on yo' grind, serve out yo' feelings (fuck 'em) You don't got time to be chillin' (no) You tryna run up a milli But look at you nigga you stuck on these bitches Come buy a bale, don't need me a scale (nope) Nigga, I'm runnin from 12 (gone) Nigga, I bounced off the scale 'Cause these niggas snitchin', they gon' wanna tell I had it all, then nigga, I failed (damn) Nigga, don't ask how it feel (no) Nigga, you cap on your bills You stuck at the crib and can't get a lift (damn) This is for real, hey, nigga you playin' the field Nigga, you know you get killed, damn hey This is for real, hey This is for real, damn Everything I say, my nigga, you know this shit is for real, hey damn

Stop the clocks, it's amazing You should see the way the light dances off your hair A million colours of hazel, golden, and red Saturday morning is fading The sun's reflected by the coffee in your hand My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again We were love-drunk, waiting on a miracle Tryna find ourselves in the winter snow So alone in love like the world had disappeared Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow The weather outside's changing The leaves are buried under six-inches of white The radio is playing Iron & Wine, ooh yeah This is a new dimension This is a level where we're losing track of time I'm holding nothing against it, except you and I We were love-drunk, waiting on a miracle Tryna find ourselves in the winter snow So alone in love like the world had disappeared Oh, no I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow