Crosstown (feat. Dante. & Blasto Sensei)
Well you can tell by the volume I don't give no fucks
I've been down for a minute, but I'll come right up
Took a drag in the 570 'fore I spent a couple hours in the city of the gold
My mind, it froze it froze
The sound, it told it told
Told me everything I needed to know
I'm only deuce-four, but my mind feel old
Full stop
How you do dat there
Lookin' like an acrobatic how you move through the air
Fuck the long talk shawtie just a real bad bitch
No cap, got her dancin', doin' burpees on the dick
Slick
Pullin' up, lookin' like Chris
Oo
How the fuck you feelin' on this
Oo
I'm the only one to keep it goin'
How you really wanna do it
Either way I'm gon' love it
If you could feel everything, everything
It was real
Everything, everything
What's the deal
After the bar opens, you never come my way, hey
Yeah, what it sound like
Lil too much bass
Get it mixed right
I don't give a fuck how you feel, cause I feel fine
Yeah, you could tell by the hour that we're cloud-9, woah
And it take time
TikTok sippin' all the cheap wine
I'm a geek, I'm a nerd, I'm a nice guy
Imma take your mom on a date to the Guggeheim, bless
I got a job and then quit in a day
Then I got drunk at a cheap matinee
I never hate, but I never get paid
I'm wearing suede, so I better get laid Aye
I cut it up like Kenobi Aye
I had a feeling come over me Aye
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a Doberman Aye
Fuck them feds, fuck that government Ayyeee
Fuck you, bitch
None of yinz know me
Low key drippin'
I'm balling, Ginóbili
Money long
Jumpin' out the gym like geronimo
You's a ho
Lay it all down
Baby, you should know
I'm the only one to go and get it like this
Matter of fact, you can see the glint on my wrist
Middle finger flippin' everybody I hate
I don't really worry 'bout nothin', I'm faded
I don't really worry 'bout nothing, I'm faded
I don't really worry 'bout nothing, I'm faded
I don't really like you
Well, you I'm hatin'
I don't really care about this ho, she jaded
We ain't on the same page
I don't really ever like to act my age
I've been down for a minute, but I'll come right up
Took a drag in the 570 'fore I spent a couple hours in the city of the gold
My mind, it froze it froze
The sound, it told it told
Told me everything I needed to know
I'm only deuce-four, but my mind feel old
Full stop
How you do dat there
Lookin' like an acrobatic how you move through the air
Fuck the long talk shawtie just a real bad bitch
No cap, got her dancin', doin' burpees on the dick
Slick
Pullin' up, lookin' like Chris
Oo
How the fuck you feelin' on this
Oo
I'm the only one to keep it goin'
How you really wanna do it
Either way I'm gon' love it
If you could feel everything, everything
It was real
Everything, everything
What's the deal
After the bar opens, you never come my way, hey
Yeah, what it sound like
Lil too much bass
Get it mixed right
I don't give a fuck how you feel, cause I feel fine
Yeah, you could tell by the hour that we're cloud-9, woah
And it take time
TikTok sippin' all the cheap wine
I'm a geek, I'm a nerd, I'm a nice guy
Imma take your mom on a date to the Guggeheim, bless
I got a job and then quit in a day
Then I got drunk at a cheap matinee
I never hate, but I never get paid
I'm wearing suede, so I better get laid Aye
I cut it up like Kenobi Aye
I had a feeling come over me Aye
Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm a Doberman Aye
Fuck them feds, fuck that government Ayyeee
Fuck you, bitch
None of yinz know me
Low key drippin'
I'm balling, Ginóbili
Money long
Jumpin' out the gym like geronimo
You's a ho
Lay it all down
Baby, you should know
I'm the only one to go and get it like this
Matter of fact, you can see the glint on my wrist
Middle finger flippin' everybody I hate
I don't really worry 'bout nothin', I'm faded
I don't really worry 'bout nothing, I'm faded
I don't really worry 'bout nothing, I'm faded
I don't really like you
Well, you I'm hatin'
I don't really care about this ho, she jaded
We ain't on the same page
I don't really ever like to act my age
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Haran
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
- Studio Rat (Intro)
- Daydream (feat. Dante. & Manu Gajanan)
- Bike (feat. Dante. & Juice)
- Crosstown (feat. Dante. & Blasto Sensei)
- Dusty (feat. Dan & The Drummer)
- Night Moon (feat. Dante., Manu Gajanan & Spencer McNeill)
- Backyard
- Rolling Rock (feat. Dante.)
- Watts (feat. Dan & The Drummer)
- Swells (feat. Jenna Wiley)
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