Richard Gere (wishy washy) Song Lyrics

(Shout out Connor)

I can only deal with who here right now
My loves, my fears that pierce, write down
I'd clear my calendar
My whole schedule
For one more time with you near right now
Swear life's been going in spheres right now
Much closer than they appear
Never once been swayed by tears
You should've been my rock, I blame De Beers
Road winds, which way I steer
Unstable ways or a plain career?
You want a pretty woman?
Gotta hit that richer gear
Some friends count fiscal years
I know one friend shoot flicks, Cohere
I ain't keep up with peers, I want the funds by thumping ears
I stump 'em, they dont want this
Triumphant like bumping trumpets
We spin blocks, the whole circumference
To make sure niggas is punished
They punting, my flow repugnant
I roll up the sticky pungent
The fragrance resembles Funyuns, you dig? think nothing of it
They ask me "did it?" I done it real quick
I go no huddle, they blitz, and shift they coverage
I beat it, I never flub it
She rub me and call you rubbish
This shit
Really ain't fair
Cause some pain like Connor with the snacks, I can't share