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• Artiste: BAS
• Titre: Comfort Levels
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Praise God as we whistle past the graveyard Living for the long nights, I know that the day's hard Where niggas wan' get the K, not a day job That's why they fall where they lay, 'nother case solved The house leaks from top down I keep a mop, I'm at the top now I'm on a lot of niggas tops now Hot rounds shelling, I send 'em out Selling out shows by word of mouth Remember I is a nigga no one heard about They memorize my words, now a nigga made it out and made a way for others I had to face the thunder, that's how I braced the storm Wasn't many like us 'fore we got here, but we changed the norms Somebody call the Forbes, call the Lord, call it what you want Them Hamad boys running up amuck Word to Ib, back in Queens for the month Buy my queen what she wants New pumps and some Yves Saint Laurents New comfort levels My lifestyle's moved up a level I got my head in the stars I was uninvolved, Billy Bean, I was playing money ball Went from praying on a call to paying baba car notes Grinding, only God knows my hunger Never see my squad going under I promise you that Pleasure, I got everything I'd ever want Simpler things find me when I'm alone When I'm alone Where I belong Lying in your sheets, your silk and satins got me weak Hold your towel to smell your body when it's creeping up on me I go LHR to sunshine, wash that water over me From the moment that we touch down to the second that I leave