M.arques b.erry - Ten toes

Yea, yea, yea
Ten toes down with my head in the clouds
We just met but she already aroused
Telling me she trying to go to the house
I’m riding Chevy as we blow through the ounce
I need two commas in both my accounts, I’m focused
Shoutout to everyone that’s holding me down
Even the naysayers saying that the flow is profound
Oddly enough, thought I was stuck until I wrote myself out
Broke out of the shackles, uphill battles, and all the hassles
Now they stamp the passport for my travels
I need a castle with a moat
And a yacht, not a boat, rocking all white
Got me feeling like a goat, and I ain’t trying to gloat, brag, or boast
Half of these rappers do the most
I just laugh and blow the smoke
Raise my glass, and make a toast
Getting tan on the Ivory Coast
Late nights take a ride in the ghost
I stole your shorty with a IG post
Ain’t even know that yall was close
I fill the paper up with quotes
A couple thousand pages worth of notes
Laughing to the bank, still ain’t got time for no jokes
Champagne by the case
Still learning from my mistakes
Keep the pace, all gas no brakes
Cut the grass no snakes, all real no fakes, uh
Champagne by the case
Still learning from my mistakes
Keep the pace, all gas no brakes
Cut the grass no snakes, all real no fakes nigga, yea

Writers: Marques Berry

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