30 Miles (Bias & TOM W8)
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Stressed when I'm talkin' sweet, don't play nice on me Don't you press when you talk to me, 'cause I'm on the beat (Okay, okay) My success pressed in the ground like a money seed Spray some water on that bish, watch me get the things I need (Splash, splash) Stress life don't play good with my persona Rather go on Best Buy and buy a mansion with the leather sofa (Brr, brr, brr) I don't test drive, I just drive it like I own 'em You give it your best try, but I rock hard just like a golem Ah, I been swimmin' in the stress 30 Miles deep, I could use a rest Still don't rest in peace, because I'm the best I just wanna take depresh' and put that bitch under arrest, yeah I been swimmin' in the stress 30 Miles deep, I could use a rest Still don't rest in peace, because I'm the best I just wanna take depresh' and put that bitch under arrest, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, uh Always in a rush In the session, always keep it hush Right up until it's gettin' depressin' I still need to meditate, so that I'm here in the present So I can say to the future that I am not second guessin' That's why I choose for now that I'm not full of oppression That why I choose for lunch I will have fries with the dressin', yeah Time is tickin', it's up to you how you use it Know I'm gonna drop a purple bomb, so don't you abuse it Ah, I been swimmin' in the stress 30 Miles deep, I could use a rest Still don't rest in peace, because I'm the best I just wanna take depresh' and put that bitch under arrest, yeah I been swimmin' in the stress 30 Miles deep, I could use a rest (Woo!) Still don't rest in peace, because I'm the best (I'm the best, uh) I just wanna take depresh' and put that bitch under arrest, yeah (Yeah) Ayy, lay back in my 458 My need for speed makin' me meditate (Skrr) I pull up on stages, on your bitch's playlist I made my forecast, swear I put in investment, yuh (Huh) Fit cost more than your rent, yuh (It do) Hoes all on me gotta sprint, yuh (Sprint) Opposition if you play pretend, yuh (Don't play) Count the paper comin' in, yuh Speedometer 30 plus (Woo!) Hoes in line 30 plus (Woo!) Humid wrist, gotta keep it bust (Ayy) Pale boy gang never hush With Tommy but don't tote a Tommy (Nah) Still bullets 'round ears and your tummy (Brr) My best friends are Franklin and Johnny (Cash) Why you laughin'? This frankly ain't funny A-a-ayy, itty bitty biddy rubbin' on my fa-a-ace Gotta tell her slow down, no ra-a-ace And I keep a reserve in ca-a-se Ain't no tra-a-ace Moncler my jacket, yeah (Moncler my jacket) I swear you want grab it, yeah (Swear you want grab it) You can never have it Designer my fabric, right (Designer my fabric) My bitch wild, I swear that she gnaw like rabbit, huh
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Written by: Morten Lyduch, Tobias Nielsen
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