Chauncey

Yeah, huh (yo, tana, yo, tana, tana, yo)
Huh, huh, huh-huh (yo, tana, fuck goin' on?)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (PRIVATEFLIGHTGANG, bitch)
Huh

They tryna catch up from snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You been showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh

Eyes getting low and my shoulders is heavy, I know how it look, but I'm doin' alright
Hopefully soon I'll be over this shit, but I know until then I'ma shove it inside
Momma just texted, "I'm proud of you, son," and I know I'm not perfect, but, damn, I'm tryin'
I went and studded this brand-new watch so much, I can't tell the God damn time

Junya Watanabe denim, I'm loadin' 'em up, they barely could fit my thighs
Three-hundred dollar McQueen turban, it's keepin' my thoughts in line
Stressed out, spendin' on retail, boy, I'm finna hop online (huh)
Your bitch used to them instant meals, just took her to Catch NY

Hold on, give me a minute, I really thought I had found my equal
Still runnin' from these thoughts, I cannot stop 'em, I'm gettin' weaker, huh
Whole gang pockets full of founding fathers, "We the people," huh
You can't leave my mind, I'm tossin', turnin', losin' sleep

They tryna catch up from snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You been showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it

I think that I might go under again, I'm losin' my head, huh
What happened to us? Is it something I said or something I did? Huh
I wish I could help you to understand, but I can't save it, yeah
Big- make his ass do the running man, it give 'em a scare, yeah

Uh, huh
Uh-huh



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Writer(s): Ian Smith, Stephen D. Lewis
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