London Flows

Baby I'm stressing, lately my directions been questioned
Impressions with irrelevance just gon lead to depression
It got me guessing, should this still be my profession, do I love it anymore
I'm just compressing expressions, gotta keep em up off me, I see the hate that they hide
Don't even play at the park, but I swear I'ma slide bout mine ow

It's different now top floor penthouse view
Left a show in Spain, took a flight just to vent to you
It get cold on these roads, it be cold in my heart, it be cold in my home
For a piece of peace I've cut off people that I've known
For more than 20 years, I feel like I'm wrong I'm by myself, I'm all alone
Risk taking, dream chasing, that's the motion
Dealing with the pressures like submarines in the ocean
No implosion or folding, I cannot help that I'm chosen
I'm passing all my goals, I'm so player, I'm open

I was wearing Nike tech, five days straight, they laughed
All my money funding dreams, credit cards and cash
Rich dad, poor dad, learned that I'm my biggest asset
I deserve these blessings baby, come here where that ass at?

Pull up on you tough, you know that I need that
Gotta drill you girl, put them hands up on your kneecaps
You the one I call when I feel like I'm gon relapse
You the one I'm with to calm me down and make me relax

This industry so ugly baby you know how it go
Lost in LA, man I'm beefing with my bro
She gon suck these problems out, she gon do that slow
Told her that I'm up now, she said she already know

Uh, it's something different bout her, she just let me vent, don't get a word up out her
I ain't got a fix her or mold to my liking
We just swapping vibes and we never really fighting

Baby I'm fiending for you, and I don't get that often
I talk to a couple women but this nigga pick you cotton
I see you on the gram, I need you every time I land
Feel like I'm on the moon with you, I do not wanna land



Credits
Writer(s): Troy Townes
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