Lyrics

Check! Brown got stripes like safari Gnarly with the parsley Modern day Bob Marley Really tryna party Bump some iCarly Tryna have my bank account on calamari That's a whole lotta Os Ran through these hoes Nice with the flows since a nigga rocked Girbaud's A sight to behold Done stuck to the code Every path I chose felt like a rocky road Take it back to the basement Results of all the hatred Writin every night but I kept that shit sacred Vision was clear No need for a Lasik Knowin I'm the best But I never used to say shit Clock tickin We ain't got long Block clickin We blow that strong Used to roam the streets cuz I ain't got no home Get it on till the breakadawn Clock tickin We ain't got long Block clickin We blow that strong Used to roam the streets cuz I ain't had no home Get it on till the breakadawn In my day if I had a nick of haze Didn't complain Same Mets fitted With a lil different slang It was yay sprinkled in the Philly Made it fish filet Lit it up dripped away Any way to get a fix I ain't even know if it get mixed And it made a difference but shit It lit up in a different way I ain't quite as into gettin lit these days On occasion if I'm with the gang But don't stay instated as I stayed Still fixin' it at least I didn't Piss it all way Live at a different pace A dinner date or Kick back at the crib with bae But then I look out my window pane and I'm amazed The city crazed Am I jaded and it's just the same? Nah it's similar but different Kids is in a daze Kept em locked away At this age Shit's changed It's strange Tryna paint a picture that I can't explain Clock tickin' We ain't got long Block clickin' We blow that strong Used to roam the streets cuz I ain't got no home Get it on till the break a dawn Clock tickin We ain't got long Block clickin We blow that strong Used to roam the streets cuz I ain't had no home Get it on till the break a dawn
Writer(s): Danny Brown, Kassa Overall, Kris Davis, Paul Wilson, Stephan Crump, Wiki Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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