Stockholm Syndrome
Missing in the moment
Too many tomorrows
Won't own it, times borrowed
When one door closes, many more open
Force those hands to feel it like Morse code
I'm learning from a 4-year-old
Presence not affordable, it's priceless
Home is portable, less pricey the more you know
Safe to say calm in crisis but
Whatever floats your boat
Get it together, 2 phones business and pleasure
Success measured by storms I've weathered
Heart on my sweater, my best been better
Now there's no letting up, hold it down never stuck
Grey goose, peking duck
Part the plate, it's the second coming
Start the chase, I was never running
Y'all frontin' for bitches I would never touch, it's funny business
What's the motive if the money isn't
It's the children of the most high, swaggy and the most fly
Type to bust the ratty and the patty they just rode by
No daddy, we just know ma
If you don't remember my 3 for 20s then really, you don't know Ty
Grills like bammas play Alabama like roll tide
Took a piece, made a whole pie
Blow like hair dryers, stashed in the rear tires
Fuck a stove, cooked it up on an air fryer
And brought it all back
Nigga, you don't ball cap
This Chrome Heart paid 7 for the ball cap
I've been stepping like a doormat
And I had a rap sheet before rap
And I had a rap sheet before rap
Too many tomorrows
Won't own it, times borrowed
When one door closes, many more open
Force those hands to feel it like Morse code
I'm learning from a 4-year-old
Presence not affordable, it's priceless
Home is portable, less pricey the more you know
Safe to say calm in crisis but
Whatever floats your boat
Get it together, 2 phones business and pleasure
Success measured by storms I've weathered
Heart on my sweater, my best been better
Now there's no letting up, hold it down never stuck
Grey goose, peking duck
Part the plate, it's the second coming
Start the chase, I was never running
Y'all frontin' for bitches I would never touch, it's funny business
What's the motive if the money isn't
It's the children of the most high, swaggy and the most fly
Type to bust the ratty and the patty they just rode by
No daddy, we just know ma
If you don't remember my 3 for 20s then really, you don't know Ty
Grills like bammas play Alabama like roll tide
Took a piece, made a whole pie
Blow like hair dryers, stashed in the rear tires
Fuck a stove, cooked it up on an air fryer
And brought it all back
Nigga, you don't ball cap
This Chrome Heart paid 7 for the ball cap
I've been stepping like a doormat
And I had a rap sheet before rap
And I had a rap sheet before rap
Credits
Writer(s): J Amaral
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