Avery Hill Lyrics - Grownass Man - The Shouting Matches

I heard you had a swore there over on Avery Hill 

I tried to call your number and you never even called me still 

Well you're such a young hip manner in your riled up refrains 

Well I called you in my favor, thought you'd do me the same 

Now alone, how come you start it, now you're on to can a record in stride 

I thought we had connect all on the top of Avery Hill 

Said you talk better long and all accounts off the pill 

Complicated on your table with your feathers in gait 

Don't you keep me in your favor, don't you give me no help 

I said love, why would you follow me just to dis and borrow and blind?