[Buddy & Tinashe]
Blood stains on my clothes from fallen bros
He sobbin' while his body goin' cold on hallway floor
Just another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose
(Looking for a long way out of here)
Lockjaw from Molly I got from random broad at Coachella, we go hard
She wanna ménage with me just for the thrill of it all, all
(Looking for a long way out of here)
Tired of these niggas tryna bond, you a vagabond
Go read the Bible or the Quran since you got time
Instead of worryin' 'bout mine, nigga
House foreclosed but nobody knows
I'm walkin' around with yellow golds
Sierra Leone stones, just stuck in this hellhole
[Tinashe & Buddy]
All I need is you (Damn)
(It's another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
If it's matter over mind, the stars are aligned
All I need is you
(It's another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
Never gonna apologize 'cause I love what I like
(Yeah)
[Buddy]
Twenty dollars a gram in a plastic bag back in high school was everlastin'
Now we get blasted in the bathroom at the Grammys
I'm eatin' fried chicken with chopsticks
Watch this, I pop shit like Redenbach', bitch
Plot thickens, guap flippin'
It don't matter if the clock tickin'
I'm not trippin' 'cause my watch glisten
Yeah, ghetto tales over yellowtail, it never fails
The parallel pairs well, this shit is unreal
Motherfucker you can't tell
Cop cars and squabbles in backyards
My mom was a black queen, my dad was a crack fiend
What that mean? A down bitch all I need
(Yeah, uh)
[Tinashe & Buddy]
All I need is you (Damn)
(It's another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
If it's matter over mind, the stars are aligned
All I need is you
(It's another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
(Another ghetto 24, shit, I suppose)
Never gonna apologize 'cause I love what I like
(Yeah)
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