Album Name

Dawn

Artist

Yebba

Genre

POP

Release Date

2021.09.10

Release Agency

Sony Music

You ooh
It was a stormy winter
I watched the city burn
And ever since I can remember
That's just the way it hurts
And it goes on and on and on
Like I can never
see the pinnacle of it all
Put it in my Louie Bag
don't let it overflow
Move it in ship it out
tell me if they want some more
Some more
'Cause I got that fire
it's comin' for them now
Friends are fallin' off
talkin' shit for no reason
Checkin' all my locks
'cause it's robbin' season now
La da-da da-da da
La-la da-da da-da
la da da-da da-da
They cut my palms with paper
Made from her Autumn leaves
I'm bleedin' out disclaimеrs
Into my family tree
Fuck the interviews to еnterprise
I'd rather look
into my mother's eyes
And let it be
Let it be ee yeah
Put it in my Louie Bag
don't let it overflow
Move it in ship it out tell me
if they want some more Some more
'Cause I got that fire
it's comin' for them now
Friends are fallin' off
talkin' shit for no reason
Checkin' all my locks
'cause it's robbin' season now
La da-da da-da da
La-la da-da da-da
la da da-da da-da

When the sky like this
I drop my top I drop my top
Pull up on you just like a sock
Just like a sock
Come and ride
we ain't even gotta talk
We ain't gotta talk
Yeah yeah YEBBA
Yeah but I was 'posed
to make it by now Uh-oh
Yeah but life threw me
in the wrong realm Uh-oh
Yeah we always got time
to do better Uh-oh
YEBBA I was tryna do it
right now Uh-oh
And we was growin' up
in a town Uh-oh
Where they never showed love
to the brown Uh-huh
Twenty-four hours
ain't enough time Uh-huh
I was fightin' throwin' hands
with the clock Uh-oh
Never been sweet
no honeycomb Oh oh
Money gone granny gone
run along Woah oh
City burn pin it
on Pentagon Oh oh
Can't make it up
no Revlon Woah oh
Shit bubble up RevRun Oh oh
Had the episodes
this a re-run Oh oh
And they tell me
Go pray to the reverend
Told God that I felt
like a stepson Oh
Buy a brand new coupe
for the stress huh
Thick thang on the way
for the stress huh
Big blunt on the way
to my chest lungs
Nowadays the distance
hit me hard Hit me hard
I admit I'm addicted
to livin' large Livin' large
One three five seven
beat the odds Beat the odds
Put it in my Louie Bag
don't let it overflow
Move it in ship it out
tell me if they want some more
Some more
'Cause I got that fire
it's comin' for them now
Friends are fallin' off
talkin' shit for no reason
Checkin' all my locks
'cause it's robbin' season now
La da-da da-da da
La-la da-da da-da
la da da-da da-da