You ain't gotta ask, you ain't gotta care anymore
You can't feel your face, but I can feel your heart very sore
You can't keep a friend, You ain't gotta talk anymore
Put me on the floor but, never put my back on the wall
Baby stop yellin, it's loud enough here when you roll up
Baby stop dressin, it's warm enough when we get down
I can feel your pain, I promise I won't ask about it
You won't feel the blade, I promise I won't miss the target
I won't ask anything
I don't love anymore
Lie to me if you need it
I won't tell anyone
I keep my chin up
Even with my back very sore, baby cheer up
You're the prettiest thing in Europe
I know a few peeps who could kill to see your tears up
I just wanna creep witchu hit me with the half a smile
Hook me in I won't take you out
Tuck you in if I smoked you out
Baby won't you pass the ashtray
She lyin on her back, ass spillin
From both sides, I'm tryna steer it
Eyebrows look like she got butterflies in it
I been high for a fucking hot minute man
Had to get into the right state
Mind's a vast maze
Jimi gimme haze, Little Wing I spread
Little weed I blaze
You know the scenery
Poison & remedies, everybody got their own recipe
Mine is creep & chillin secretly buildin up a destiny
I don't lie
I don't mind if we don't smash
Through the rooftop tonight
We too high too
Man, it feels good as shit when you move at my pace
We wave through the sheets when you do that my dear
I can't move for 2 hours when you put that fire
On my frozen body, slow drip that water
My ways way too lit better hold that high in
Your ass a deadly piece that you shoot at my face
All the shots that I miss when they doubt my fire
Promises of hands on the stick when you wave the carrot
Black hole in my eyelids
Your black eyes on my last soul
Smokescreen, closed nostrils when I backstroke
Smoke stickin to my glass door
Can we just creep & chill
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024