Louie Bag (Live) - Vetle Kleveland

You It was a stormy winter I watched the city burn And ever since I can remember That's just the way it hurts And it goes on, and on, and on Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da And they cut my palms with paper Made from her autumn leaves I'm bleeding out disclaimеrs Into my family tree Fuck the interviews to еnterprise I'd rather look into my mother's eyes And let it be Let it be, yeah Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da With a sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top) Pull up on you just like a sock (just like a sock) Come and ride we ain't even gotta talk (we ain't gotta talk) Yeah, yeah, Yebba Yeah, but I was 'posed to make it by now (uh-oh) Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (uh-oh) Yeah, we always got time to do better (uh-oh) Yebba, I was tryna do it right now (uh-oh) And we was growing up in a town (uh-oh) Where they never showed love to the brown (uh-huh) 24 hours ain't enough time (uh-huh) I was fighting, throwing hands with the clock (uh-oh) Never been sweet, no honeycomb (oh, oh) Money gone, granny gone, run along (woah, oh) City burn, pin it on Pentagon (oh, oh) Can't make it up, no Revlon (woah, oh) Shit bubble up, RevRun (oh, oh) Had the episodes, this a re-run (oh, oh) And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend" Told God that I felt like a stepson (oh) Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs Nowadays the distance hit me hard (hit me hard) I admit, I'm addicted to living large (living large) One, three, five, seven, beat the odds (beat the odds) Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more) 'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da