Bond (feat. Anna Valena) (prod. by DJ Burn One)
Daniel Payne
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You gon smell my cologne
Issey Miyake or some Bond No. 9
Cuz I do not play
(That's the same cologne I wear)
Chuuch, Tabernacle, Sanctuary!
Cuz we keep God first in everything we do
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
They say that shit is classified
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
They say that shit is classified
Never been the prince of popularity
But my gold shine and diamonds got clarity
Never have I been the most known
My shit never been rented leased only owned
Never one to fit in niggas circles
But I always had passion and plenty purpose
Never worthless always kept high esteem
How could I not when I got to live out my dreams
It seems that I reached my goals
What really are my goals only god knows
It don't attract my soul, the money and the fame
But I don't judge or criticize you if that's your aim
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
They say that shit is classified
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
They say that shit is classified
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
Remember a nigga shorted me on a half
Was it me or him that wasn't that good at math
So I had to put on my mask
Of took losses, on my face you just see a laugh
Can't take that many, though I done had plenty
Why with my time and energy I'm a little stingy
I'm a cool nigga but I never been friendly
Hate that it likely made me a few silent enemies
Slightly introverted rarely ever nervous
You ever felt I brushed you off I swear it wasn't on purpose
You had thought I just wasn't speaking
I'm sorry where I'm from niggas take kindness for a weakness
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
They say that shit is classified
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
They say that shit is classified
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
Ain't life sweet like walt on the keys
Lucy guitar strings
Used to think moving kis was the only way to big cream
The dreams of youth become regrets when you get older
When the world lose its warmth and it get a little colder
I shoulder the blame for things done in the past
Hope they stay there and don't come bite me in the ass
Life come at you fast don't be too slow to keep up
Or caught up with them bitches 'cause they fill up jeans and D cups
If you rich and you marry a bitch get a prenup
Don't try to buy time move on like when your lease-up
As long as we up staying there stays on my mind
Forever fly smelling like Bond No. 9
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
They say that shit is classified
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
Could you believe me
With your own damn eyes
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
They say that shit is classified
(Smelling like Bond No. 9)
So if you don't like that
And you don't understand that
Then you don't have no understanding about life
And anybody that put this rap game
Or they job or anything
Ahead of they family or God
Well you know what shame on you