Lyrics:
The pressure holds me down 'til my words get tied up
I could take the back seat, it don't matter
As long as we're together then the shit gon' ride out
I
doing cartwheels
When you get to the end, why don't you tell me how it feels
Head over heels, I'm being tossed by the waves
Price too high on peace for
don't you feel this heat
Key of G, can't you see
See how smooth we can be
If I feel like we run into walls again
And we try to fix it every way we can
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
you don't got no manners
Making bank dancing in 'Lanta
Shake that ass like it don't even matter
Like it don't matter
Cuz it don't matter
Shake that ass
to be in charge.
When the heat get too hot, they just keep turnin' it up.
Never let 'em cheat-sheet, they just sweat, gotta go hard.
Where those winning
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
means necessary
You will get your way
You don't get your way
By giving it away
You don't get your way
By giving it away
like this and like that
And like this and a
It's like that and like this
And like that and a
Killer Cali niggas don't know how
To act and I
Never know so
and go
One for one
It's never done
Back to back on funerals
Once you think it changed
You'll feel that heat and hear that bang
Cause the get back never
believe in heaven or hell Don’t believe in heaven cuz we living in hell
So what your life like
So what your life like
Get it done don’t try hear no excuses
(We don’t)
Wont see it coming cuz I’ll be blinded by the weed smoke (Hotbox)
Stood next to my girl so it’s still fuck these hoes (Ayyyy)
We rolling
as I get off
This ironic treadmill
Lock my eyes on the sheeple
And press play on the canned laughter
I don't know how
To get off
This ironic treadmill
In
it don't matter what season
They talk big and I never believe them Gotta show me, cause I am a heathen
Never care, cause I stay on that ra ra You can't
don't see nothing, baby we just be C'ing up
Shout out to Longway, these hoes finna heat it up
After the show, baby we might be meeting up
I can't go
Red, Cuz
Crip or Blood
It don't matter get your walk on bruh
Get your walk on
If you Red or Cuz
Crip or Blood
It don't matter get your walk on
We seeing
it's porn
You think you hot until I turn up the heat
Benjamin you're too much but don't stop turning up the heat
Some things erupting, I think it's me
previous lives don't matter anymore
I spot Sarah Parker
Looking around to see who's noticed her
It would be hard to miss her in
The gaudy orange dress she's
you (oh yeah)
When I'm close to you, late nights holding you
We ain't got all day, don't really care what they say
It don't matter to me, it don't
Imma keep on walkin' by faith it don't look good really don't matter man
Imma goin' keep on - Imma keep on- Imma keep on - Imma keep on - Imma keep
here
But you don't even recognize your own face in here, fuck it (fuck it)
Independent with a major budget (uh-huh)
You ain't mad at me, you mad your
bottles you have shattered
Well I met a man who really lives
He really does it all
But what really matters is the heart he gives
He makes your talk
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
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