SABA – Still Lyrics

Still Lyrics – SABA

Still missin’ my lady, still smokin’ like crazy
Still can’t believe this is all real
Still spinnin’ for DMs
Still lovin’ these hoes, I still don’t really need them
I’m still, our life is like a film, sit in a different realm
I’m still tryna decipher how I feel
I’m still rough as a rider, I’m still right here beside you
I’m still tryna find a beat to kill

She say “I gotta be still, yeah, I gotta be still”
Bare a cross right ’cause when life goin’ right then they might wanna re-deal
I say “I wanna be here”, but I got moves to make
There’s so many people workin’ for me nowadays
That I don’t even know who I pay, okay
I’m still right here beside you, gettin’ sick of the costume
What’s the real world?
When you with me, you take off your cool
Admittedly, yeah, I do too
I know I’m more illusive, but her grip never get looser
And that’s why I don’t wan’ lose her
Ridin’ ’round two-ninety doors now
I get a reminded to slow down
I get a message, we up now
She without, all alone now
I try to be profound, but you were lost for me
I had to leave and put it on hold until you across for me again

Still missin’ my lady, still smokin’ like crazy
Still can’t believe this is all real
Still spinnin’ for DMs
Still lovin’ these hoes, I still don’t really need them
I’m still, our life is like a film, sit in a different realm
I’m still tryna decipher how I feel
I’m still rough as a rider, I’m still right here beside you
I’m still tryna find a beat to kill

High (High-high-high)
High (High)
High ([?] still)
High (High-high-high)
High (High)
High ([?] still)
High (High-high-high)
High (High)
High ([?] still)
Uh-uh-uh, mm-mm

I hope you still got, hope you still got
And you still got my hoodie
Still have my car, still have my wallet
Still in that pocket, hope you don’t call it
Pullin’ my card, still where your momma live
Right off on [?] roads
Still be callin’ to me, she love me still
Got a bond still, so what’s fuckin’ real?
Discussion still, if there’s somethin’ still
Love the women still, got my gun inside of the function
Still I’m Shakespeare, know [?] I wrote this verse in stone
Sculped the horoscope [?] with your hoe
This mean don’t touch the soul
I change actually when I’m in the booth
I eat it like [?]
Right by the lanes and right the goose
I’m just really still into you

Still missin’ my lady, still smokin’ like crazy
Still can’t believe this is all real
Still spinnin’ for DMs
Still lovin’ these hoes, I still don’t really need them
I’m still, our life is like a film, sit in a different realm
I’m still tryna decipher how I feel
I’m still rough as a rider, I’m still right here beside you
I’m still tryna find a beat to kill

My mother’s house, the glue that kept the family together
There’s nothin’ like y’all
People moved out of the city and the compact got vacated
We were all [?]