Testo di Afterlife

I'ma fell like I could fly Saw they jaws, drop, they never actually tried What's happening tonight? And then what's in your afterlife? Girl, stay Afterlife If it's not pursued, then it's passing by Shit passed by, made me half the time I remember the days I was asking myself For his health, should he actually try? And for his love, would he actually die? Nah Don't check me, just check my smile She don't really need you, just check all the files Just check the files Always speechless, lit dots fly through and disappear Then tears dry after the time She was acting like she's mine She was actually fine, um, half thought fine In a matter of life, you can read it in the lines Mama, I could be eighth If I wanna, but I don't wanna 'Cause I'm tired of all the hunger, tired of all the muscle Tired of all the one ups, tired of all the motherfuckers That beat hit breaks, tired of all the breaks Time is what you make I can shake a bake, she can bake a cake I can make Motherfucker, that's Finch Flake Mama, I fell like I could fly Saw they jaws, drop, they never actually tried What's happening tonight? And then what's in your afterlife? Girl, stay Afterlife