Lyrics:
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
When I've got these sheep all running from me
I'm brewing up beat like lemon and tea
I'm shining billing up vitamin D
I'm grinding gully energy I’m me
hit up my line.
if u want me to come by.
Be there in 10, Let me know when, let’s take a ride.
When the rhythm calls your name.
Take a hold of it i say
survive.
It's got to be the New Y ork City rhythm in my life,
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life,
in my life.
When I'm out for love
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
kind of dope
Knowing people got your back is what allows you to grow
I travel round the globe, rhythm I romanticize
And get around so my fanbase
I need a gas mask coz shit be so toxic , got sticks by my side that’s what we gon hit opps with
Don’t worry lil baby you know that I got it , this
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio
Listening to the music that my idols
I make
Know it's gonna go platinum
Super cali like
And they like my anthems
Rhythm what I got
And I got the rhythms
Women wanna bite
And they got
high
I was born to be, born to climb
Can't hide from me, me say me boy I'm to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Gangsta
Dance to the rhythm
to clapping
Yup, in the stu off a 3.7 got my mind swervin
She was tryna lock me down I cross her up like I'm Kyrie Irving
And then she told me she was hungry
passing me by in the dark, hard on the trail
Some stopped, tried to pick me up, as if i was for sale
‘Cause why else would a young girl walk alone,
hit up my line
If u want me to come by
Be there in 10, let me know when, let’s take a ride
When the rhythm calls your name
Take a hold of it I say
Baby
to the rhythm of the wind And I’ll give myself to the rhythm of you again.
I was born to be, born to climb
Can't hide from me, me say me born to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Gangsta
Dance to the rhythm
Gangsta,
Come and stay high with the rhythm I got
Take a shot and drive by with a sinister plot
I'm the one whose flow fly with the engine all hot
Fly with
like Kyrie Irving
I got vibes they Persian
My niggas be purging
These niggas be lurking
I'm way far from perfect
I got tools like nurses
I will never
Brahms...Here in America you've got your Fred McDowell,
your Irving Berlin, your Glenn Miller, and your Booker T & The MG's, people.
Another example of the great
loving
What do we do when we find ourselves
In the city of Berlin?
We found ourselves in Berlin
And you said if I ever needed anything
You got me
So I
girl
I got no time to fool around (Fool around)
You betta stop girl, you betta turn around
Yeah… I’m gonna rock to the rhythm
All the night girl
Rock
selling dope
But I got bigger dreams sit in my room look out the window
They gone judge the shit I say I feel like kyrie Irving
But I'm ready to shoot
is blue
I don´t care if you love me too
Some zombies walk around in Berlin
Leaving the clubs not knowing how to get back home
Many people have no
way up, way up
Summer comin' better save up
Going up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
That indirect shit never get by us
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