クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PCE RELL
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerrell Harsley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khi Murakami
Engineer
歌詞
Posed to be rappin
To me, this wasn't made for that
Expressin' my thoughts, cause here I can play it back
Say he ballin' but he don't have no stats
I'm out of stuff to say
I ain't trynna chat
The hare lost the race so I can't take naps
And they know my face
Why I don't really like the net
Too peaceful, I stomp the pedal
New season Louis buckle
This heavy metal
I'm cruisin' but I want more speed
So I flick the paddle
Can't be mad
I was this way before you met me
Can chase, it ain't a promise that you catch me
Spending it all for my younger self
A dude havin' the ups on me?
Won't be no one else
If I ain't like you then, I don't like you now
These boys they ain't my style
Hit my pockets and leave a pile
If she look up
Then it's goin' down
The lights tinted on the highway, shid it's gettin' wild
Bought a 10, for a night on the town
How you choosin' me?
But don't know why or how?
At war wit' myself, man stay out of this
I don't shake hands, but I'll make a fist
I'm out and about, wonderin' how worse it can get
When it's my time to shine
Away from people who ain't my kind
Away from those who can't see I'm trying
I had a dream it was us
But you kept on lyin
I had a dream it was us
I had a dream it was
I had a dream it was us
I had a dream it was
Written by: Gerrell Harsley

