Lyrics:
how it goes
Too bad got to get on track
Better get down low
You know that these bullets smash
I don't trust no hoes
Because they will do the dash
No way
I gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
WERBUNGinRead invented by Teads
I went away for months
shit gonna be a hit like
Woah
Two doors speeding through them red lights
Trying to make it home we out until sunlight
Eyes bleeding its been a dogfight
the hall, txakolina, aperol
Earrings and the lemon tree, 3am the door bells ring
Sanctuary postcard views, hot tub by the face of Zeus
Strand of dolphins,
Five hunnid racks, run it up like track
Getting the racks in
Getting my raps in
I'm running some laps then
You think I'm playing?
I pull up with
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack
my tracks
I'm climbing up the ladder, step by step, day by day
I won't let anything or anyone get in my way
I visualize the top, I see it crystal
me?
3 days in, 3 days in, knock knock on the door
Looking at my clock show eleven thirty four
Yelling who the fucks that, crab a knife from
bin!
Hurry, we have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in
down the tracks to your favorite fishing hole, singing at the top of your lungs, your favorite country songs.
Those days are gone but not forgotten,
had locked me out, I turned to you
So open the door.
You're all I need right now its true.
Nothin' works like you.
Little louder [Repeat: x3]
Knockin'
When the sun goes down on my side of town
That lonesome feeling comes to my door
And the whole world turns blue
There's a rundown bar 'cross
like three shows in Texas
Sold it out in Austin
Put the homies on the guest list
I'm in the van in Oklahoma bumping TI
Rolling trees on my diploma on my
to running
You can't say nothing, you under gag order
Hopping out of Audi's hurting y'all with kicks, I'm the Transporter
Think about it, never mind, you ain't
pensions
I don't need no Benz
3 stacks told me
That shit come with fake friends
First off
Shout out to my Ex's
Not being impressed by flexing
So I had
my shit real if I cash out,
Hold myself back,
Gotta stay track,
Write these words when my mind attack,
And I lost myself in a strange love,
Now a days
to the store
Man I'm tryna get gone bout 3 in the moan
Man I hopped out the bed pinned down the flow
Man I'm tryna get gone
Fuck breakfast, bong rips
I stimulate your mind
Inspired by the forces of unseen phenomenon
I'm running miles on the track like a marathon
You can't stop my flow even if you
arm
Met their friend on Broadway, She brought the bottle, You know the song
Call that "Three The Hard Way", unless you don't know what's going on
I'll
coming down, I be coming down
I gots to get it now, i'm running out of time
It's too late, I got to hold it down for my whole town
It's been flooding in my
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
no brakes, ooh
I'm willin' to work it out however long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy days
Well, girl, that makes two of us, our
the others
First in last out 1% at a time
Don't practice 'til you get it right
Practice 'til you
CAN'T GET IT WRONG
Number three determination
Something's
happen every time we meet
Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin' to geek
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street
Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga
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