Of Course, My Love - Lizzie West & The White Buffalo

M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat Bro just beat a next AM He ain't tell me, that's normal Step wIth the metal, that's daily They won't fail me, that's bro-bro (no) On the opp block, we took selfies Our presence, it was known of (suh, suh, suh) Now they don't even know it's us when we get on that scoreboard Back hand grip with my black blade Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen (turn) I'm in the station like 5 a.m Been like five AM's and not once mans spoken How many times have the gangdem denied those splashings like five in the morning? (One) It's the crack of dawn, I barely know where I am and I'm still yawning Really do them things that we talk of, the gang ain't fall off Still pree that 4 .44 long (suh) Nothin' but the baddest of b's Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log I step with the uhh, nearly as long as me I don't even care if it's sawn-off Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos Feds want me in the system, no solar Bad B in the visit hall, I'm like "Oh, Lord" Again, I got a boner She wanna know what day I come home on I know what it feels like to go back and forth with my lawyer Cah he tell me what day I got court on (one) I don't know that opp or what road he got caught on Or the date or timing Course I'm lying I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet (turn, turn) But course we're trying I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro, but course it's mileage (one) Interview room, I dunno what I done yet Each and every time, course I'm silent I'm a product of my environment So my music, course it's violent I don't even know why my shows get locked yet But course it's trident (trident) Bro's beefing, I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet, course I'm riding (turn) Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying, 'course its fryin' (ayy, ayy) Opp block settings, dressed all sporty Shoot straight, I don't air it in my Air Jordans Opp boys going on the net, going talky I ain't tryna hear it, them man informers (turn, informers) Living life on the fast lane from kway-kway, we been cutting them corners Tell bro-bro get some new smoking dingers When we bruck down this corner T-house settings, skeng in my workers face Always tryna be Akala's Primary school days, it was astroturfs, now we can do kick ups in Pradas Really take these risks Been doin' up field, no farmer These old timers ain't on nothin' They fell off, Jamie O'Hara (Hara) Got this bad B from Ghana Top floors, calamari for starter (turn, turn) I gotta stay humble, there's times that I paid a few pence for a charger (one) You ain't ever done 28 day's in the T, still feelin' like you've gotta go harder (no) Scrape that shit so hard, swear I nearly broke that Pyrex (broke that) And, yes, it was four whole months on basic, swear I nearly broke my mind set (broke that) Been jail three times, I dont know how I'm out here, course I'm tired (turn) I don't even wanna risk my freedom Ahh, it's mad, haha Course I'm lying I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet But course we're trying (turn) I don't know that dinger or what's on the clock yet bro, but course it's mileage Interview room, I dunno what I done yet (one) Each and every time, course I'm silent I'm a product of my environment So my music, course it's violent I don't even know why my shows get locked yet (suh, suh) But course it's trident (trident) Bro's beefing, I don't even know if he's right or wrong yet, course I'm riding Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying, 'course its fryin' (turn, turn, turn) M1OnTheBeat Told me turn M1OnTheBeat

Don't ask if I'm the plug You should know Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug The plug I just put my faith in the trap Never lost faith in my lord I just put my life down in raps Now everything here I afford V8 pedal down and it roars And we got the stick in the ride 9 iron let's play golf on the course They ask if I'm the plug yeah of course Yeah Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug (Of course, Of Course) Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug I wear my heart on my sleeve there's a lot on my chest I make her weak in her knees I'm expecting some head (Babe you might as well suck me off (sloppy toppy)) Sedatives Methamphetamines In the kitchen Off-Whites what I recommend I'm the plug anything I get I'm selling it I ain't celibate But I'm selling bits yeah Oooo (Yeah yeah) I fuck in the back of the Benz even if the bitch a 10 yeah I stand at the front of the room so they see the money I spent yeah I know they're mad I'm sorry But I'm never sorry yeah Bad bitches love calamari Gold on my wrist is all carti They have a lot of chat but they can't war me We keep it with us even when we're touring Best nights when we get back in the morning Only crack I sell now's when I'm recording Don't tell me you're the plug it's kinda awkward It's kinda awkward I just put my faith in the trap Never lost faith in my lord I just put my life down in raps Now everything here I afford V8 pedal down and it roars And we got the stick in the ride 9 iron let's play golf on the course They ask if I'm the plug yeah of course Yeah Uh huh Uh huh Uh huh Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug (Of course, Of Course) Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug Of course I am the plug

Rolling like a freight train through the night I can't get your scent off my skin I'm a loser girl, that's how I live my Life I wish I knew just how to treat you right...! Oh I need some medicine, I feel your body next to him, Locked like lovers in the night I better prepare for another hard drinking night! What would whiskey do? You won't make things right! I better get my gun Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become? I sure would like to think it ain't my fault. How could I blame anybody else!?! I'm a Fuck-Up Girl, that's how I live my life. I wish I knew just how to treat you right...! Walk along the avenues, There's no drinking 'way these blues, This is how's life's wrecking balls, Can't control myself for what I say or what I do. Shall I end it all? Well it won't bring me back to you! Well I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become? Oo Ooooo! Oo Ooooo! Train's rolling off the tracks! Oo Ooooo! Oo Ooooo! Anything to get you back! Rolling like a freight train through the night! I can't get your scent right off my skin! Well I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become!

Joey white, well he ain't got no choices Just like his daddy did, he joins the armed forces Gonna be a man, oh not a zero For uncle sam, well he'll be a hero He don't know that uncle sam is a cartoon and not a man Poor joey white Oh joey white, you better bite your tongue You don't know jack, boy You're young, dumb and full of cum Better step in line, go with the others Gonna fight for freedom, son, your country and your brothers Here's your boots and here's a gun Learn when to fight, learn when to run Poor joey white Well he got two years in the sand And it will surely change his plans for life Joey white, well he gets his orders Grab your things and we'll meet you at the border Kill 'em all, no quarter given Shoot on sight, boy, let god sort out the livin' Told ya no one's keeping score This ain't no game, well this is war For joey white Yeah from below and from the sky Hear some bullets fly Oh a scream of battle cry Bodies burn and brothers die Poor joey white Joey white, well you better run faster You can't run fast enough to avoid this grave disaster Well in a flash blood soaks his shirt Drops to his knees, now he's face down in the dirt Now his only freedom blurred Gets to leave this hell on earth still alive Now his heart's filled up with lead He got demons in his head For life

Well, I'm down at the Bowery, oh Lord, oh Lord I'm gonna tell ya how I got here First I gotta shoot some dice and win So I can get my room again But it all started with a love so true and the angels flew Higher than I'd ever been With a sparkle in her face and her eyes and the butterfly It all came rushing in A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me Now I've got nothing more to live for So I packed up a bag and went I just started wanderin' But I hid in the booze and the shadows of the night I just started crumblin' A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me Now I've got nothing more to live for Oh, it just don't seem fair But I met her under a chandelier And time and space changed from there A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me A buttercup I lost my wife in '73 She took ill, she done died on me And I've got nothing more to live for And I've got nothing more to live for