Here is All Herb Lyrics by Isaiah Rashad Ft. Amindi
[Intro: Amindi, Isaiah Rashad & Both]
Fuck it, I'ma get it off my chest though (Yeah, bitch)
Made a nigga perfect for his next ho (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Fuck it, I'ma get it off my chest though (Yeah, bitch)
Made a nigga perfect for his next ho (Yeah, yeah)
New one tryna bang me like a set
If I'm givin' ten percent, I'ma need it back tenfold (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Screamin' at homes and at phones, we all hurtin' (Yeah)
Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb (Yeah)
Pay mе to feel with the funk, we all need ya
Mixin' the feel with thе facts, we all her (Yeah)
Play in the dark, where you at? It's our secret
If I'ma die, make it big, we all hurtin'
Tell me it's real, like the funk, we all need ya
Lay in the field, bring it down, we all herb
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
And if you dead, tell me somethin'
Like was it live and how you livin'?
Did you slide and did you build it?
Did you find it? Did you rob 'em?
Did you write it? Like on the TV, takin' off for the marathon
Oh, you greedy, catchin', I don't embarrass, huh
You can't see me, John Cena in camouflage
And they see me catchin' up on the megatron
And the VV, lookin' just like it
Yeah, sleep in the back 'cause you broke, it's all perfect (Ayy)
Sleep on the cash, it was life, it's all real (Yeah)
Laid on the floor, I was broke, it's all worth it (Yeah)
Bally hotel, break it down, it's all word (Word)
Laid on the floor as you drunk, we all stupid (Word)
Fuck you to sleep, it was love, it's out there (Word)
How many days if I die? We all losers
Lay in the streets, set a fire, it's all kill (Yeah)
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Amindi, Isaiah Rashad]
Screamin' at homes and at phones, we all hurtin' (Yeah)
Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb (Yeah)
Pay me to feel with the funk, we all need ya (Yeah, yeah)
Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all her (Yeah, yeah)
Play in the dark, where you at? It's our secret
If I'ma die, make it big, we all hurtin'
Tell me it's real, like the funk, we all need ya
Lay in the field, bring it down, we all herb
[Verse 2: Amindi]
I can call this phase "How
To Breakup With a Breakdown"
Been tryna find a way out
I'm waitin' for the catch
Maybe call you up soon
But Drake got me like, "Trust who?"
What I want and must do
They don't always match
Runnin' for the hills when it gets rough
Truman Show, it's feelin' like a setup
I'ma be a isolated mess
And still as good as it gets, nothin' less, when I mess up
[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, who on the edge has the funds? It's all over
Starvin' a child is a check, it's all yours
We coulda died doin' shots, they don't know it
Sparin' a child, goin' wild, yeah, yeah
AMG in the dark, it's all motor
Crashin' the Jeep, it's a fire, it's all hers
Fuck it, it's Rob, it's Rashad, it's all potion
Spillin' the drink, goin' wild, yeah
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad & Amindi]
Screamin' at homes and at phones, we all hurtin'
Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb
Pay me to feel with the funk, we all need ya
Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all her
Play in the dark, where you at? It's our secret
If I'ma die, make it big, we all hurtin'
Tell me it's real, like the funk, we all need ya
Lay in the field, bring it down, we all herb
[Outro: Amindi]
Fuck it, I'ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next ho
New one tryna bang me like a set
If I'm givin' ten percent, I'ma need it back tenfold
Fuck it, I'ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next ho
New one tryna bang me like a set
If I'm givin' ten percent, I'ma need it back
All Herb Official Audio
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