i cannot promise you that, i give you my word Lyrics by Scrim
You did good Slick
Yeah-yeah, yeah
It’s a smash
Whoa
Yeah, let’s go
Yeah. I just poured up on the lean
I just poured up on the Act
Yeah. I just might pop me a pill
I just might pop me a pack
(Whoa)
Yeah. Living like I’m gonna die. I cannot cut ’em no slack
(Whoa)
Yeah. Am I gon’ wake up tomorrow?
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
Yeah. My ***. She begging for love
I cannot promise her that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah. *** it. I’m going up
Pull up. They know it’s us
I just been building this *** brick-after-brick and now they all showing up
(Yeah, yeah)
Big Cuban. I’m glowing up
Yeah. Al-Queda. I’m blowing up
Gotta put on for the gang
The *** Grey
Them threes. I throw it up
Ain’t repping that *** that they claiming
They’re ***, they’re ***, they’re punk
The way that my money be flowing in every day first of the month
I’m facing a blunt remembering days, was jailed in Estonia
Now, I’m taking over. Yeah. Imperial colonial
Yeah. Whoa. Swerving that *** eh
Hit up their block. I’m like ay
Choppa. It came out to play
I got more hits than a rave
I got that hit that she crave
And now, she wanna be saved
Whoa, whoa, whoa
But I cannot promise her that
Demons. They come in all black
I’m only after them racks
I take my *** and I *** on a plaque
Then put my *** in her back
Money so swol’. They’re wondering that if I put my cash on a stack
Yeah. All of my money on *** ‘roids like *** balco
Yeah. Quarterback of the whole team. Yeah. They call me “Shane Falco”
No. We don’t *** micro-dose, ***. We’re on macro
Yeah. I give ’em twenties to my hoes
‘Cause no—we don’t count those
Pull up on *** NPT and they holler, “Whoa!”
All my younging. They on TTG. They trained to go
Yeah. I cannot promise you none, dog. Don’t know what you heard
Yeah. I cannot promise you that, dog. I give you my word
Yeah. I just poured up on the lean
I just poured up on the Act
Yeah. I just might pop me a pill
I just might pop me a pack
(Whoa)
Yeah. Living like I’m gonna die. I cannot cut ’em no slack
(Whoa)
Yeah. Am I gon’ wake up tomorrow?
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
Yeah. My ***. She begging for love
I cannot promise her that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Let’s go, let’s go)
Yeah. *** it. I’m going up
Pull up. They know it’s us
I just been building this *** brick-after-brick and now they all showing up
(Yeah, yeah)
Big Cuban. I’m glowing up
Yeah. Al-Queda. I’m blowing up
Gotta put on for the gang
The *** Grey
Them threes. I throw it up
Ain’t repping that *** that they claiming
They’re ***, they’re ***, they’re punk
The way that my money be flowing in every day first of the month
I’m facing a blunt remembering days, was jailed in Estonia
Now, I’m taking over. Yeah. Imperial colonial
