Letra de 48
I'm tryna fly, it's like my feet to the floor
In my thoughts, holdin' things I adore
But I can't stay there 'cause time moves
In my thoughts, holdin' things I adore
But I can't stay there 'cause time moves
Had to grow into my shoes
That eleven fitted cool, but the twelve do me right
Down Gary at the light
Thinkin' to myself 'bout this life
Like I wasn't just with Vic every night
Workin' for a dream we ain't even see comin'
All I know is keep runnin', so I did
My heart full of fear, but I'ma die if I don't live
Eyes closed, jumpin', tryna peep where I land
If I don't make it out alive, then I'ma die where I stand
Smoke paint my namе in the cloud, trace the sand
Know it ain't thе same, trouble on my brain, trace the lines in my head
Shootin' for the moon, landin' on a star
Knowin' if its true, then it's gon' lead to what I need
Reachin' in my dreams, feel like a nigga can't swing
Seeing what it seem, seepin' in the creek
Past the soles on my feet (Soles on my feet, look)
Past the soles on my feet
On me, look
Big up to the ones that I still got around
Keep your G's tight
Keep your feet light
Who got the bail money?
I see the mail coming
Funny how I can tell niggas fell off
Shit was all good
Twenty Backwoods
Rest in peace Miss Wall
I'm on call
Fear bein' too stubborn, a wall in my mind
Table crowded, might as well divide
She don't want a nigga, she just tryna ride
Too many times by myself been drivin', I'm better silent
I know I'm wrong
Baby, 'nother sad song
Trauma my papa made me
Weed in a locker, I told you keep it on you
Live and learn you
Let me show you somethin'
How fast it all turn nothin'
Burn the glass
Behind the glass, I feel somethin'
Got weed, then roll some
Up to four-some
Every season like three summers, that Kanye talk
Niggas think I'm dumb, bitch, I ain't the one, hit the Broadway walk
We got time, behind lines, see me steppin' in chalk
Black the god, I feel fine when it's dark
To each his own
Some niggas can't pick up the phone
Rolling stone, heart froze
Niggas dead, gone, he still on the road
Some niggas can't put down they phone
Some niggas pay for they partners to go, I never know
I'm tryna get myself right, all I know
What it sound like? What it is?
What it is? (What it sound like?)
What it is? (What it is?)
What it is? What it sound like?
That eleven fitted cool, but the twelve do me right
Down Gary at the light
Thinkin' to myself 'bout this life
Like I wasn't just with Vic every night
Workin' for a dream we ain't even see comin'
All I know is keep runnin', so I did
My heart full of fear, but I'ma die if I don't live
Eyes closed, jumpin', tryna peep where I land
If I don't make it out alive, then I'ma die where I stand
Smoke paint my namе in the cloud, trace the sand
Know it ain't thе same, trouble on my brain, trace the lines in my head
Shootin' for the moon, landin' on a star
Knowin' if its true, then it's gon' lead to what I need
Reachin' in my dreams, feel like a nigga can't swing
Seeing what it seem, seepin' in the creek
Past the soles on my feet (Soles on my feet, look)
Past the soles on my feet
On me, look
Big up to the ones that I still got around
Keep your G's tight
Keep your feet light
Who got the bail money?
I see the mail coming
Funny how I can tell niggas fell off
Shit was all good
Twenty Backwoods
Rest in peace Miss Wall
I'm on call
Fear bein' too stubborn, a wall in my mind
Table crowded, might as well divide
She don't want a nigga, she just tryna ride
Too many times by myself been drivin', I'm better silent
I know I'm wrong
Baby, 'nother sad song
Trauma my papa made me
Weed in a locker, I told you keep it on you
Live and learn you
Let me show you somethin'
How fast it all turn nothin'
Burn the glass
Behind the glass, I feel somethin'
Got weed, then roll some
Up to four-some
Every season like three summers, that Kanye talk
Niggas think I'm dumb, bitch, I ain't the one, hit the Broadway walk
We got time, behind lines, see me steppin' in chalk
Black the god, I feel fine when it's dark
To each his own
Some niggas can't pick up the phone
Rolling stone, heart froze
Niggas dead, gone, he still on the road
Some niggas can't put down they phone
Some niggas pay for they partners to go, I never know
I'm tryna get myself right, all I know
What it sound like? What it is?
What it is? (What it sound like?)
What it is? (What it is?)
What it is? What it sound like?
