Lyrics
Lazy days when I'm on that sofa roll up the good that put me in coma
Mixing the clear with soda
Backwood for the aroma
24 hours back on my feet and I'm back on block
24 hours time ain't cheap put the cash on clock
City on fire light that thang let it burn like Usher
Wassup
It's you and me till the end no bluffing
Shawty flew in from Dallas
Threw me off balance
You a michelin star
You just my palate
Mm morning routine I get fly while the bacon and eggs fry
Money don't sleep but I still put 10 bands by the bed side
Stepping in LV arches so these hoes no longer dead stock
When I step right their heads fly like headshot
You say you wanna get away
We could pack our bags
We could take that plane
Life's too short I need a whip fast
I can never play it safe
Like wait, it's summer time in BK
Tryna ball like NBA so I got two songs on that 2K
Yeah, it's hard to see through the smoke from the loud and Pirelli tires
My heart frozen but when you're close I felt your spirit like fire
Life's a bitch and I fade that
Real love you can't fake that
Stars all in the ceiling but you still alone in that Maybach (skrr)
And I got dreams that won't let me sleep, jeez
To the lord I pray my soul to keep, peace
Looked in the mirror see a boss, me
Lazy days when I'm on that sofa roll up the good that put me in coma
Mixing the clear with soda
Backwood for the aroma
24 hours back on my feet and I'm back on block
24 hours time ain't cheap put the cash on clock
City on fire light that thang let it burn like Usher
Wassup
It's you and me till the end no bluffing
Shawty flew in from Dallas
Threw me off balance
You a michelin star
You just my palate
Hold up, save this
You know I gotta say this
Changes:
Focused on lyrics (Lyricks) my whole life
Now it’s about cadence (Kaiden’s)
Whoo… Amazin
The greatest
Growing up wanted to be stupid famous
Now that I’m grown up, know how stupid fame is
Ain’t it?
Straining my neck everyday for this entertainment
Hanging with aimless, heinous, strangers saying shit
Just to be saying it
This ain’t it…
I don’t give a damn if you really don’t know what my name is
I’m okay with being couple yall favorites
Automatic payments
THATS making it
Ain’t it?
Look at my studio now I got a clock in ours
Wasted time, wasted minutes
But trying to take it back and call it hours (ours)
24
People still asking me ‘yo why you rap like you 20 for?’
I got 80 bars for this track
Trust me, wrote like 20 fours
Tryna elevate my audience while you disappointed yours
Tyson's corner to the corner store I’m a tour de force man
Life’s a bitch: fake dap
Real love: can’t fake that.
Man look at that boy: I made that
Im outtie
Lazy days when I'm on that sofa roll up the good that put me in coma
Mixing the clear with soda
Backwood for the aroma
24 hours back on my feet and I'm back on block
24 hours time ain't cheap put the cash on clock
City on fire light that thang let it burn like Usher
Wassup
It's you and me till the end no bluffing
Shawty flew in from Dallas
Threw me off balance
You a michelin star
You just my palate
WRITERS
Curtis Lee, Quinn Derry
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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