Comets

Flaire (Producer), ​HANZ

[Verse 1]
Seats at the table we bleed for it
Feet on the table we issuing welcomes
Mamma keep asking me when I’m coming home
Til every city feel like its home coming
Dotted line discussions, gotta whisper numbers
In a room full of niggas that want the same summers
In a world full of women thats wanting my trust
I had a couple second comings that fighting the glove
Palms itching, head scratching
Never heard like this but it feels classic
I could retire off the feeling of that last line
When’s the last time it might be the last timе
No name holds more weight than wanting it
I don’t bеlieve in these hands you shake
I don’t believe in these deals you make
I don’t believe in what ain't my name

[Hook]
These lakeside nights they made me
Made me feel crazy
For what ain’t me
Oh yeah thats crazy
I can’t wait on something I don’t know
But I know yeah

[Verse 2]
Waking up to whispers
Walls getting thinner
Bloods been thicker
But still my nigga
You still my nigga
Gone for three years but I sat from the porch
Squinting at the names that been handed the torch
These be the niggas you got in my rank
I want apologies from idols I know i should thank
Stretch marks turn into barcodes, pay me homage
Fronting on my upfront for your upkeep
I still keep quiet on all the invoices
I charge interest every verse, dont duck me
Hola Hanzito is what I’m hearing
Broke down 09 Chevy is what Im steering
(mumble) with her feet on the dash, she sleeping peaceful
Thinking these our last days being ordinary people

[Outro] 4x

Said she a star
She taking it off
We both came far
But we not that far
I hear it often
Said she balling just to come back home
Told me you lost it
Just to come back where you aiming from

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