Classic
Yuh, yuh, uh
Take your aim
Burn the stain
Never say
A fricken thing
Get it up
Feel the same
I'm living in a different state
But I need to dedicate
No, I never dared to precipitate ways to be made of hate
That shit fake
Yea, you know I do back the great for their sake
So on it, yuh
Man, I'm on it, uh, uh
So whatcha wanna do with your fine self?
Looking like you came out of a Roosevelt
Tell the house to go to hell
They don't know how it felt
Why write a song when with a whisper you can melt, uh
Really been in bad
Feeling so good
But when it's over, that feeling go fool ya
Right there in the back, look like a six
With gorilla tactics, in a Benz
No assist, woah
Make some fun of you
Sus accuse
It's abuse
It's a ruse
Get some bands and run it loose
There's some bruises on your arm
Brawls have been tossed for a mother
Fighting through the bridges that burn gauze
Gotta cross it
They didn't wanna sip it, so I'm drowning
I'm feeling pretty bad, but I feel like I got it, aye
Take your aim
Burn the stain
Never say
A fricken thing
Get it up
Feel the same
I'm living in a different state
But I need to dedicate
No, I never dared to precipitate ways to be made of hate
That shit fake
Yea, you know I do back the great for their sake
So on it, yuh
Man, I'm on it, uh, uh
Take your aim
Burn the stain
Never say
A fricken thing
Get it up
Feel the same
I'm living in a different state
But I need to dedicate
No, I never dared to precipitate ways to be made of hate
That shit fake
Yea, you know I do back the great for their sake
So on it, yuh
Man, I'm on it, uh, uh
So whatcha wanna do with your fine self?
Looking like you came out of a Roosevelt
Tell the house to go to hell
They don't know how it felt
Why write a song when with a whisper you can melt, uh
Really been in bad
Feeling so good
But when it's over, that feeling go fool ya
Right there in the back, look like a six
With gorilla tactics, in a Benz
No assist, woah
Make some fun of you
Sus accuse
It's abuse
It's a ruse
Get some bands and run it loose
There's some bruises on your arm
Brawls have been tossed for a mother
Fighting through the bridges that burn gauze
Gotta cross it
They didn't wanna sip it, so I'm drowning
I'm feeling pretty bad, but I feel like I got it, aye
Take your aim
Burn the stain
Never say
A fricken thing
Get it up
Feel the same
I'm living in a different state
But I need to dedicate
No, I never dared to precipitate ways to be made of hate
That shit fake
Yea, you know I do back the great for their sake
So on it, yuh
Man, I'm on it, uh, uh
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Writer(s): Bryan R
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