Rich Brian

Jelly Air Island


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Tu, wa, ga, pat
Uh, I've been hurt, I've been wronged, but I'm still blessed

Imma let my heart speak it's time to let my pen rest
Said I love you to this woman and I'd give her the world
Made her scream my name 'cause actions speak louder than words
Real talk we ain't fuckin' if you got a man

When my AC broken only time I'm sleepin' with a fan
A couple slipped through the cracks of course
I tried commitment but I'm just a whore
I got the bread it's time I can afford

She's a new addition to my growing lore
Since I was seven had a habit of just wanting more
I get tipsy off a beer
The shit I'm puttin' out in fifty years

You ain't gotta crate dig, it's still here
I've been sharpening the skills that He gifted me with
The homie lost it off the shrooms on some Last of Us shit
I lost myself too but God was on my side

If my dad don't smile that mean that bitch is not my bride, uh
Twenty-five I'm still here I'll never sell my soul, uh
When I'm droppin' only time I miss is when I bowl, uh
Y'all be with the extras I finally found my role, uh

Bad hoes inside the whip they rap to Bumpy Road, uh
Whole family know this album my Mona Lisa
Your bros is makin' beats soundin' like some keister
Name somebody nice as me count it with one finga

Well, my name is Brian and it's really nice to meet ya
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