Variables (Lost Tapes 2022|Explicit) - Tory Lanez
Lyrics by：Daystar Peterson
Composed by：Drayki/Half/Jakik/Korokanty/Meto
Produced by：Drayki/Half/Jakik/Korokanty/Meto
Yeah uh yeah
Crazy shit I be going through yeah
Yeah board a flight to Miami
It's Feds knocking and texting my phone
Can't believe this shit is real
But you hear the stress in my tone
Hoes get fled in and flown
I'm too rich at this point to ever invest in a loan
Someone set the lights and dim the settings
I'm setting my tone
Even when setting the tone
All of my lessons are shown
Beaten and bruised badder
But never thought less of my own
Ever had to stress so much
That you got to stress on your own?
I don't get in bed with business
I'd rather rest on my own
I take a swig of this weed
You couldn't picture my fees
Numbers so big you hold your face
Like you hitting the sneeze
Niggas see me and bow down
'Til their forehead was hitting they knees
Baby yes I'm that nigga indeed
I'm trying to leave but a nigga in deep
I'm talking I don't share no combos with characters
I'm way above y'all I'm doing aeriels
I think about my goals fuck the variables
Everything is untraced the only thing
That seem to bring me peace is seeing my son face
'Cause he gon' be me one day
Except his soul's purer and mine is
Probably as shitty as old manure
I sent my baby mama Aventura to buy the store
'Cause I owed it to her
I know the pain from that purchase ain't gon' be worse
Than this shit she go through when I go on tour
Crowd going raw and it's all these whores on the floor
And they ask me to go in raw
And tell you what's worse is them bitches all look like virgins
Dizzy bitches lapping up falling in my Suburbans
It's bitches that I fucked that I wish
I could take my body back yo fuck it I'm a virgin
These days niggas and hoes that I play Versace robe when I came
Looking at the world from rearview got the globe in my face
Audemar diamonds arabic dial and it glow in the face
And any time I talk this fly shit it just go with the bass
Money is stowed in the case
If I get close to your face shawty get close to my waist
What type of game are we playing when eight months back
Most of y'all was holding y'all faith?
Hatred thrown in my face
Bitches sucking dick inside my car
I'm rolling up my cigar 'cause both me and my blunt
Both getting blown in the Wraith
All of my niggas that's with me I give the code to my safe
All of my niggas they got it cut no coke in my lace
Bitches stroking my ego then I'm stroking they face
I come from the jungle where they left open the apes yeah
