Cole St. X 6ash9od X Ian Kiyohara - Bodega

Met her on the North side
Out the way of Bodega
Make sure that you go thank her
When you out selling favors
You can hate the player
Or game that made him
This life for the majors
Hard working dream chasers (Yeah)
Met her in San francisco
I don't think that you're listening
She panicked at the disco
And now she always missing me
Crying up on the corner and lying up on my window
Baby you got me tripping but I'm loving all the visuals
This life is filled with choices
Streets filled demons and reapers
You know that you cannot keep her
Cause this woman is a heart eater
But now my cup is filled with blood
Drinking on the devil's punch
My veins keep on pushing mud
Flesh is looking good for lunch
Words hit like a sucker punch
But I'll never get enough
I am trapped inside this pit of doom
And I won't give it up
Met her away from Georgia moved out to California
She is an LA angel and I just wanna explore her
Met her in the desert out the way up in Vegas
Kissing all the babies and riding away from danger
Don't touch my wrist it's freezing
We hunting cause it's the season
I'm putting her in her feelings
And bet I don't need a reason
She call me, crying, screaming
Now we loving on the ceiling
Somebody please call the priest I've been possessed by demons
Take a ride to the north side darling
Waste away the days smoking dope Ashbury
Crank up that sound nowhere to be found
Bodega is calling but I'm not around
I'm keeping my pride I'm breaking the silence
Casting away I'll escape to the islands
Met her on the North side
Out the way of Bodega
Make sure that you go thank her
When you out selling favors
You can hate the player
Or game that made him
This life for the majors
Hard working dream chasers (Yeah)
Hard working dream chasers (Yeah)
Hard working dream chasers (Yeah)

Written by:
Bash Diaz, Cole Hershon, Ian Kiyohara

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