LORD KNOWS

Old town road
She gone give me brain
On the old town road
Turn the auto down, turn it down a little more
Turn the autotune down just a little more

She gone give me brain in the old town road
I might go to Spain with my old ass hoe
When I sip this drank I might move slomo
I cannot complain, only the Lord knows
Pimping with no cane, shopping in SoHo
When I'm with my bae, we smoke on Melrose
Upgraded myself, suicide two doors
I don't need no help, on my wrist Hublot

Bitch I'm smoking gas smoking gas in the lounge lounge
Play about my cash then you know it's goin down down
Playing with my feelings ima turn into a hound hound
But as long as we keep winning, we get money by the pound pound
We gone keep stacking these digits we stacking these digits don't give to these bitches
I'm at the top of the building I shoot with precision I shoot I don't miss it
I fell in love with this girl she cooking me breakfast she cooking me biscuit
I'm finna drown in her water I'm goin in raw but this shit really risky
Feeling like the mayor, The opps is on my radar
Not diving in to save her, I don't know what to say now
I told them hoes to lay off, cause all my work done payed off
Me and my bae gone take off, and Rest In Peace to Young Dolph

She gone give me brain in the old town road
I might go to Spain with my old ass hoe
When I sip this drank I might move slomo
I cannot complain, only the Lord knows
Pimping with no cane, shopping in SoHo
When I'm with my bae, we smoke on Melrose
Upgraded myself, suicide two doors
I don't need no help, on my wrist Hublot



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Holt
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