Krispy

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It's weird, man, I feel like I can't play. It's weird, man
Every now and then like - I'm like playing and it's like "what?"
I'm actually
I ain't seen you for a minute, wonder what for
Only really chilling when we're on tour
Even then there's something different I feel unsure if you look at me and still believe I should've done more
Before your brothers on the top floor
Or before another show is just a dumb chore
We'd lay awake at yours dreaming of an encore and laugh at all the things that we would say when we won awards
Course money was the source
I've never known nothing like the force
To rip a bond apart, shred it out its course
Now two best friends who shared the torch barely talk
And if we do it's mostly money not remorse
And yo, I know there's nothing funny 'bout divorce
But if this **** has really run its course
I want you to know that all of mine's all of yours
Uh, all of yours
Still remember your mum buying me the flat pack mattress?
Sleeping on your floor?
It's supposed to be Ben and Krispy
And anywhere I went I said I'd take you with me
Tour around the world and give a ****, you'd miss me
Get another city, yo, I cried when that sentence hit me
Ben and Krispy, 'til the feet stop
Reminisce like CL and Pete Rock or Blue and Exile 'cause every time the beat drop
I start to tell a story and you follow with the beat box
Tell 'em, get up on your feet like the seats hot
Common and Dilla started spinning from the T tops
But Rebel B was all I need and all I see
Drop the rythm n repeat and I would spit it 'til the beat stopped
But the beat stopped
So now what?
Yo, I can't wait another hour boss
Give a **** about the money or the e-track
I Just Want My G Back
Trust
I just want my G back
Ayo listen, I got a lot more to say but I reckon I leave this next bit blank, so you wanna write something, you can write something
I love you, G