Tucked In - Laffey & softy

No one knows Knows where my mind goes I keep you on the low I must confess I've been painting us The picture makes me blush My imagination at its best I could put us on an island I could put us in a mansion I could put us in a back seat Yeah, you're anywhere I want you to be I keep you tucked away inside my head Where I can find you anytime I want to, baby I keep you tucked away inside my head Where I can find you anytime I want to, baby Na, na, na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na No, they'll never know about us Na, na, na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na As long as I keep you tucked Tucked deep, deep in my fantasy 'Cause in reality, we're a mistake Don't need permission to Do what I do to you When all you are to me is a sweet escape I could put us on an island I could put us in a mansion I could put us in a back seat Yeah, you're anywhere I want you to be I keep you tucked away inside my head Where I can find you anytime I want to, baby I keep you tucked away inside my head Where I can find you anytime I want to, baby Na, na, na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na No, they'll never know about us Na, na, na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na As long as I keep you tucked I'll keep you Yeah, I'll keep you, baby No one knows Knows where my mind goes I keep you on the low I must confess You're someone that I should forget I keep you tucked away inside my head Where I can find you anytime I want to, baby I keep you tucked away inside my head Where I can find you anytime I want to, baby Na, na, na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na No, they'll never know about us Na, na, na Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na As long as I keep you tucked

I got thirty in my forty and you know this shit retarded, huh (Shout out my nigga Synco) Uh, uh, uh It's up, it's up Brr Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a Cash App I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal Black chrome Metal on the handle, where that kite now? Jakiyah bring yo' ass home Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house 7.62 and .556s, we uppin', and no, ain't no missin' Ridin' for my ambition, ballin' on seven sixes Lil' shawty, she got a nigga, I fuck her and call her sister Screamin' out "Fuck the system", I'm rockin out with my niggas S-Sosa wе up them pistols, I'm pourin' out Lean and Liquor J-Jump-Out-Gang we thе sickest, these niggas know who official Section 8, they can get it, and anybody who wit' 'em Yesterday with the fifty, we hit him all in the temple Ronald Reagan, presidential tint the window Out of state, purple baby in my Swisher Roddy Ricch, stick inside the box, we creep then wet 'em up Everyday I be drippin' sauce like on the regular Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a Cash App I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal Black chrome Metal on the handle, where that kite now? Jakiyah bring yo' ass home Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house Just make sure that stick in reach Play with my clique and you deceased 4trey, Dr House' cause i can't freak cause either I be mad at hood, either hood be mad at me But, if you ever play with the hood, we gon' beat you 'til you bleed I put that shit on and, we go bangin' from the bleachers Lil' homie know this paper good, he bound to stank ya for a feature Roll up some weed, like what up wit' em I'm blowin' Purple baby reefer Wait, let's get this understood boy, I'm a murder baby Demon Payback, I be sippin' monkey, from the mud like i flooded crazy on Oh, I can whip that heater, yeah I bought the body from Lul Timm It's both of ours, rest in pee Magazine and Glocks extension stocks inside my nina Watch I do my dance, look how I walk, I got that heat tucked Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a Cash App I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal Black chrome Metal on the handle, where that kite now? Jakiyah bring yo' ass home Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house