AVERY'S INTERLUDE
AVERY'S INTERLUDE

Kota the Friend - AVERY'S INTERLUDE Lyrics

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AVERY'S INTERLUDE Lyrics

They don't even know the half
Just so they could eat you was scrapin' up your last
And you was feeling down but that smile was the mask
And you put all your energy in tryna get this cash, yeah
Naked in the middle of the street while they stoned you
All that fuckin' pain, just want someone to hold you
Strangers tryna tell you who you are as if they know you
I'm open with my scars, if you listen I can show you
Cold, cold world for the black man
Tryna be a dad through resistance
All you hear is this nigga ain't never takin' care of his kids
Why don't you listen to the story of somebody that is
And don't nobody really give a fuck what you need, you a man
Don't nobody think that you bleed, it's off brand
I envy women 'cause I feel like y'all can cry so quick
And I just wanna do the same but my eyes don't drip
I wanna cry like rivers in and out like
Tellin' you what I like, tellin' you what I'm like
What my inner child like, what my inner sky like
When I wasn't vocal, what was happenin' in my life
But my pain ain't real, I'm only good enough to pay her bills
I'm on this track to display my feels
She told me straight to my face I am only a bank
I seen all they true colors, heaven show me the way
And so today
I'm finna do everythin' that I love and spend a day with my son
And fly us out to the west, I got a crib on a beach
Don't hit me about a check, don't hit me about a fee
We kickin' it at the spa, got Summer House on repeat
I'm smilin' at baby boy, he smilin' right back at me
I really don't give a fuck if it is takin' my piece
Not sittin' here to be judged, don't point your finger at me
But point it at yourself, bitch
This season I've been feelin' hella fuckin' selfish, hella fuckin' savage
Heli-fuckin'-copter take us out to Catalina
I be dancin' round the world like a fuckin' ballerina
You was tweeting "Fuck Kota", I was out in Pasadena
Doing yoga in a park 'til I had to feed the meter
I'm confessin' like a sinner, don't mistake me for a preacher
Get my own damn flowers, make a promise I'ma be my peace

They don't even know the half
Just so they could eat you was scrapin' up your last
And you was feeling down but that smile was the mask
And you put all your energy in tryna get this cash, yeah
Naked in the middle of the street while they stoned you
All that fuckin' pain, just want someone to hold you
Strangers tryna tell you who you are as if they know you
I'm open with my scars, if you listen I can show you
Cold, cold world for the black man
Tryna be a dad through resistance
All you hear is this nigga ain't never takin' care of his kids
Why don't you listen to the story of somebody that is
And don't nobody really give a fuck what you need, you a man
Don't nobody think that you bleed, it's off brand
I envy women 'cause I feel like y'all can cry so quick
And I just wanna do the same but my eyes don't drip
I wanna cry like rivers in and out like
Tellin' you what I like, tellin' you what I'm like
What my inner child like, what my inner sky like
When I wasn't vocal, what was happenin' in my life
But my pain ain't real, I'm only good enough to pay her bills
I'm on this track to display my feels
She told me straight to my face I am only a bank
I seen all they true colors, heaven show me the way
And so today
I'm finna do everythin' that I love and spend a day with my son
And fly us out to the west, I got a crib on a beach
Don't hit me about a check, don't hit me about a fee
We kickin' it at the spa, got Summer House on repeat
I'm smilin' at baby boy, he smilin' right back at me
I really don't give a fuck if it is takin' my piece
Not sittin' here to be judged, don't point your finger at me
But point it at yourself, bitch
This season I've been feelin' hella fuckin' selfish, hella fuckin' savage
Heli-fuckin'-copter take us out to Catalina
I be dancin' round the world like a fuckin' ballerina
You was tweeting "Fuck Kota", I was out in Pasadena
Doing yoga in a park 'til I had to feed the meter
I'm confessin' like a sinner, don't mistake me for a preacher
Get my own damn flowers, make a promise I'ma be my peace

Writer(s): Avery Jones
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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