Текст песни Saba (feat. Cheflee) - Still

Still missin' my lady, still smokin' like crazy
Still can't believe this is all real
Still spendin' per diem
Still lovin' these hoes, I still don't really need them
I'm still, our life is like a film, set in a different realm
I'm still tryna decide 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-

She say "I gotta be still, yeah, I gotta be still"
Play your cards 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 elusive, but her grip never get looser
And that's why I don't wan' lose her
Ridin' 'round two-ninety, windows down
I get reminded to slow down
I get a message, we up now
She without with the ball down
I try to be profound, but you would get 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 spendin' per diem
Still lovin' these hoes, I still don't really need them
I'm still, our life is like a film, set in a different realm
I'm still tryna decide 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 (you just still)
High (High-high-high), high (High)
High (you just still)
High (High-high-high), high (High)
High
Uh-uh-uh, mm-mm

I hope you still got, hope you still got ass
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 Parker road it's-
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 a women still, got my gun inside of the function
Stilliam Shakespeare, no eraser, I wrote this verse in stone
Sculpt the horoscope, I'm morse code, still tapped in with your hoe (With your hoe)
Smino touch the soul (Soul)
I change actually when I'm in the booth
I eat it like baba ghanoush
Bye-bye the lames and bye-bye the goose
I'm really just still into you

Still missin' my lady, still smokin' like crazy
Still can't believe this is all real
Still spendin' per diem
Still lovin' these hoes, I still don't really need them
I'm still, our life is like a film, set in a different realm
I'm still tryna decide 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 always loved more than ...
Half a hour from the house