Cook the Rest Up (feat. YungtravFTF) - Preemo

It was always a little lower A little under your breath Cause you don't see all the different angles and different angels they test So you give up cause there are all these different pieces And it'd take you an infinite time in an infinite sequence It carries us, it guides us to earth It was always a little further A little out of your reach Cause when they told you now it's your son and your daughter that sees All these different shapes and different colors And an infinite space between you and them It carries us, it guides us to earth

All by myself, 4:30 a.m. Why can't I sleep now? I feel the urge to call you again I know it's not real, just stuck on repeat I'm sorry, but I never intended To put this weight on you But, honey, I... Darling, I'm trying to get better I keep forgetting these things that are important to me Darkness gets stuck on my mind And I get blinded I wish I could get a break, so I can rest up And I could finally see what really matters to me Woke up again What can I do to get my shit together? I thought the nights were made for sleeping tight They just blind my sight In my head, I fight Such a waste of time, yeah I keep forgetting these things that are important to me Darkness gets stuck on my mind And I get blinded I wish I could get a break, so I can rest up And I could finally see what really matters to me But, honey, I... Darling, I'm trying to get better Darling, I... Honey, I'm trying to get better

Everywhere I go, I'm a plug my show, you know I gotta turn up I just left the plug, got a hundred birds and I put them in the trunk Yeah I got halves, got zips, got kilos, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch Now I'm 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up Got them chickens wiith me, now I'm 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons with, now I'm 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up Got me whipping up them babies, 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up And I'm whipping, I can straight up whip it up I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies Lil' mama she hate me, she say that I'm changing I tell her I made it, the only changed the money I'm making, and the pamper on these babies I'm whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens These birds they flying from city to city I'm pouring up actavist, dranking and sipping The color is purple, I'm drinking on Ceely The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly You talking 'bout hundred band juugs, young nigga you know that I'm with it I pull up, I'm serving your city I'm serving ODs, I got it from Mickey Everywhere I go, I'm a plug my show, you know I gotta turn up I just left the plug, got a hundred birds and I put them in the trunk Yeah I got halves, got zips, got kilos, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch Now I'm 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up Got them chickens wiith me, now I'm 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons with, now I'm 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up Got me whipping up them babies, 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up And I'm whipping, I can straight up whip it up I'm cooking and whipping up pies, with no eyes I'm cooking them burgers and fries, I'm a master in disguise Mama she told I'm wise, looking at Benjamin Frank in his eyes I'm taking the plug to Hawaii, I'm chopping on bricks circumcised My bitch, she came from Dubai, she got that good brain like Devry I'm smoking and leaning and driving, I hope I don't get DUI Watch out for the snake and the lies, I'm trapping and whipping cream pies My wrists is like water come dive, the streets is a jungle you gotta survive Everywhere I go, I'm a plug my show, you know I gotta turn up I just left the plug, got a hundred birds and I put them in the trunk Yeah I got halves, got zips, got kilos, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch Now I'm 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up Got them chickens wiith me, now I'm 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons with, now I'm 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up Got me whipping up them babies, 'bout to cook it up 'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up And I'm whipping, I can straight up whip it up