Baro - Your Possessions lyrics

The earth is my living room One Toasted as f** Man I'm looking for a prophecy Flicking through the bible tryna act like the prophets be Need privacy cause I'm not really f**ing proud of me (Honestly) Tryna turn this sh** to a masterpiece Blast the piece While I'm half deceased Hand the keys I'ma bake your whip like it's mac and cheese I'ma make her strip then I make her tease Lost within a trip Im just mad that she's Blowing trees Occupy her time then I slowly leave Barry: Don't you smoke? Baro: Yeah man yeah I do I'm only pleased by the goods in the bad's or the fruits in the trees And thats probably Why my ex b**h left With a hole in my soul and a slice in my chest Im not nice to the rest Only polite to the guests Or enticing a b**h Taste the strife in the spit Man f** it Can you taste the strife in the f**ing...Raps