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Markus Ty - This Friday (Smokey's Homie) Lyrics



Markus Ty - This Friday (Smokey's Homie) Lyrics
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Huh
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
Bumping Sade getting my levels straight
You could hit my line if you needed wisdom to educate
You could count on me, after Jesus, to help you calculate
Them letters sent to the spirit come back with power plays
Man I been standing on business since Nana passed away
Them tears turn into blessings once they evaporate
The storm happen in seasons the rain always dump
Plant them seeds in the fall so you falling up
The highest poet fasholly, Brody ain't even dodeed
Quit smoking cold turkey, discipline my testimony
I taught myself to Okie dokie things that God told me
Heisman poses to anything come between my focus
Man, these children need better influences keep it a billy
Reasons I pour into the city no matter the chili
Hands to the ceiling, washing sins and shouting praise
I'll trade my loses in for wins later down the way
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
Everything is on the upside Mister elevate
Hands on learner and teacher mister demonstrate
Thizz Face Spirit on me make em hyperventilate
Gospel Magic Don Juan when I use these predicates
Sirens going off and I think it might be trumpets
I might use 'em for a sample cause them angels finna love it
I might hit the Brody Buckets up I need another hundred
I'll give fifty to the churches and then the rest go to my tummy
I been eating either way I gotta thank God
Me and my boo finna hit another lil five star
I feel this favor more than ever but can't never get complacent
Lemme get this prayer in before the lights off
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
I been
Slowly changing for the better
But I'm still tryna be more stoic when I'm under pressure
Was on a high horse acting like my sh together
Sometimes my arrogance ain't let me read the Spirits letters
Sometimes my confidence is truly why some people hate me
Sometimes my leadership can come off as manipulation
Sometimes I see when people call and I don't pick it up
Sometimes my thick skin really isn't thick enough
Sometimes my optimism makes me seem insensitive
Sometimes I really want to cry but I just never can
Sometimes I say that I'm alright when I'm dead inside
But if I ever said I love you, I never lied
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
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Huh
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
Bumping Sade getting my levels straight
You could hit my line if you needed wisdom to educate
You could count on me, after Jesus, to help you calculate
Them letters sent to the spirit come back with power plays
Man I been standing on business since Nana passed away
Them tears turn into blessings once they evaporate
The storm happen in seasons the rain always dump
Plant them seeds in the fall so you falling up
The highest poet fasholly, Brody ain't even dodeed
Quit smoking cold turkey, discipline my testimony
I taught myself to Okie dokie things that God told me
Heisman poses to anything come between my focus
Man, these children need better influences keep it a billy
Reasons I pour into the city no matter the chili
Hands to the ceiling, washing sins and shouting praise
I'll trade my loses in for wins later down the way
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
Everything is on the upside Mister elevate
Hands on learner and teacher mister demonstrate
Thizz Face Spirit on me make em hyperventilate
Gospel Magic Don Juan when I use these predicates
Sirens going off and I think it might be trumpets
I might use 'em for a sample cause them angels finna love it
I might hit the Brody Buckets up I need another hundred
I'll give fifty to the churches and then the rest go to my tummy
I been eating either way I gotta thank God
Me and my boo finna hit another lil five star
I feel this favor more than ever but can't never get complacent
Lemme get this prayer in before the lights off
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
I been
Slowly changing for the better
But I'm still tryna be more stoic when I'm under pressure
Was on a high horse acting like my sh together
Sometimes my arrogance ain't let me read the Spirits letters
Sometimes my confidence is truly why some people hate me
Sometimes my leadership can come off as manipulation
Sometimes I see when people call and I don't pick it up
Sometimes my thick skin really isn't thick enough
Sometimes my optimism makes me seem insensitive
Sometimes I really want to cry but I just never can
Sometimes I say that I'm alright when I'm dead inside
But if I ever said I love you, I never lied
I heard you win some you lose some
I feel like John Witherspoons son
My dreams big as Debo, boutta shoot some
Friday to Friday in some hellish fades
Brick by brick to heavens gates
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Writer: Markus Meredith
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Performed By: Markus Ty
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Markus Meredith
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