Connections
Felt like God just made up a connection
Promise I will drink a little fraction
I fuck the rules I just want satisfaction
Locked up in the hood I need someone's direction
Thrill it up I'm ready for some action
Baby girl that's not a sign of love, that's just attraction
I'ma beat it up and dance it up like Michael Jackson
Catch up with no feelings I just wanna check reaction
Demons in my head I need some redemption (reaction)
See somebody else in my own reflection
Visionary I might do some projection (projection)
Psychedelic dreams
All my brothers humming on my trap song
Drinking smoking weed I pray they live long
Came from nothing we just gotta live strong
I can't prove myself I'm wrong
Haa, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Call on my brothers and set up a game
I ain't just rapping for money and fame
Don't be so stupid you don't know the game
Mess up with me and I'll drive you insane
All of these people just acting like they hard
And tough and they just be like look at my name
Thinking about all the people in my hood
Who always try to fit in, that's just a shame
Bitch your so lame, water your flame
Talking on tough in socials you claim
No we're not same, that's what you aim
Most of my hommies, they don't know your name
Set up the game, won it again
Why don't you stay backup up in your lane
Open the gates, set up the chase
Revving the engines, lets start up the race
Promise I will drink a little fraction
I fuck the rules I just want satisfaction
Locked up in the hood I need someone's direction
Thrill it up I'm ready for some action
Baby girl that's not a sign of love, that's just attraction
I'ma beat it up and dance it up like Michael Jackson
Catch up with no feelings I just wanna check reaction
Demons in my head I need some redemption (reaction)
See somebody else in my own reflection
Visionary I might do some projection (projection)
Psychedelic dreams
All my brothers humming on my trap song
Drinking smoking weed I pray they live long
Came from nothing we just gotta live strong
I can't prove myself I'm wrong
Haa, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Call on my brothers and set up a game
I ain't just rapping for money and fame
Don't be so stupid you don't know the game
Mess up with me and I'll drive you insane
All of these people just acting like they hard
And tough and they just be like look at my name
Thinking about all the people in my hood
Who always try to fit in, that's just a shame
Bitch your so lame, water your flame
Talking on tough in socials you claim
No we're not same, that's what you aim
Most of my hommies, they don't know your name
Set up the game, won it again
Why don't you stay backup up in your lane
Open the gates, set up the chase
Revving the engines, lets start up the race
Credits
Writer(s): Arijit Sinha, Raktim Ranjan Gogoi, Bikash Boro
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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