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Stefon Alexander
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Ashley A. Hart
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Cory Grindberg
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Letra
Ah, I cannot see through no dumb shit
Nah, I will not give out no pass
Waste ass motherfuckers breathing in my air
And I know even though I don't wanna that they'll prolly outlast
So I'm hanging out the window, yeah
I got my feet up on the dash
Face full of sunshine, tryna unwind, tryna get mine
Tryna use a hundred percent of this little flash that I have, yeah
I could ease up on my tempo
(Slow down, slow down, slow down)
I should prolly save a little cash
(Slow down, slow down, slow down)
I could do it how the textbooks say
I could do it how they wanna chase fame
I can steady as we blaze
They can do the math and laugh
(Slow down)
I'd rather be sitting back, broke
Pushing facts and hope
What you want?
Beating back those playing on my phone
What you want?
We can keep it close
We can own the road
What you want?
I can see all the way from here
It's the same as here, no matter how far I go (go, go, go)
Go (go, go, go)
(Go)
Go (go, go, go)
Save a little money, eye could stain a dummy
This the generation of impatience, I ain't being funny
Isn't it amazing how we take but never give enough?
Then still can have the nerve to pretend that we live it up
Fuck it, I don't wanna pretend
Hopping in the front seat, tell him, "give me the clip"
I ain't worried bout a charge 'cause I rhyme for the rent
And in a white man's world get a notary, nig
What you wanna see?
Double cuffs and expensive rings
Welfare checks buying food on link
Work three jobs 'cause I just can't breathe
And when I do chase bread it's 'cause I need to eat, shit
Feet up high on the dash, I'm chillin'
Did a line 'cause I just want feelings
Lost girl but I might be villain
And I can feel the wounds on my back still healing (healing, healing)
Yeah, I will not see through no dumb shit, no fuck shit, no dick moves
No, nothing but dopeness and lush
And no, I will not give out no pass, they the past
There's plenty other stray cats chewing on these
Waste ass mother fuckers breathin' in my air
And I know even though I don't wanna that they'll prolly outlast
I'm hanging out the window
Hands in the breeze
Knees on the wheel, yeah
She got her feet up on the dash
She tryna get it while she can
She tryna make these minutes last
With a face in the moonlight
Tryna get right
Tryna get a little outside vision
Tryna flash
Tryna do it while she can
We tryna do it while we can
(Yeah, yeah)
I'd rather be sitting back, broke
Pushing facts and hope
What you want?
Beating back those playing on my phone
What you want?
We can keep it close
We can own the road
What you want?
I can see all the way from here
It's the same as here, no matter how far I-
Sitting back, broke
Pushing facts and hope
What you want?
Beating back punishers playing on my phone
What you want?
We can keep it close
We can own the road
What you want?
I can see all the way from here
It's the same as here, no matter how far I go (go, go)
No matter how far I go (go, go)
(No matter how far I)
(Go)
(Go-go)
(Go-go-go)
Go
Writer(s): Stefon Alexander, Cory Grindberg, Ashley A. Hart
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