Lyrics:
comes with grace and
I won't pump the brakes
I already said goodbye
To my old self
I made a promise
Sayonara
Say less sit and
Silence all the pride
And I
bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
(Disc jock) it be some classic material,
bagel with some butterflies
Spit gritty like we in MCA's voice box
Y'all bull and my ox don't fit the mix
(Disc jock) it be some classic material,
all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I’m
I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My music be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub
An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be
(Avosam he a G like dat)
Yeah (yeah)
Breathe this shit, breathe this shit (gas)
Yeah (got us got us got us, more risk more risk)
Pullin' no brakes
She asked me what I love I told her only this
Married to music bought a ring in other terms a disc
She told me she can be my music I said not like
It's hard to get over me, yea
We finally made it this year
I skrrted off, Nascar
You ain't in the rear
I got all this ice from all of my frozen tears
right now and turn the key
Don't have to step on the brake
Speed it up
Disc goes round and round
Life will not gonna decelerate
Why not take it as if
not to my benefit, ain't no defending it
I push that shit to the rear
(Gone)
I tell a bitch i do magic...
I hit the gas make the coupe Disappear (Poof)
and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
Brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper
So silence of the hams
Clint East I smell your cut
Lets
Haha
Weyu weyu
Stick and move to the loot
Check the rear see the blue
I think this home make the news
If he do what he done
No he didn't hit
In my rear view mirror
My life is getting clearer
The sunset sighs and slowly disappears
These trinkets once were treasure
Life changes like
the most for you
Put your foot up on the gas and forget about the brakes
I say it all the time but you know that's what it takes
Leave it in the rear view
windscreen, no AC, on my hoopty shit
Who the shit? Smash the rear
Mirror on some loony shit (Ayy)
High beam, switch 'em on
Bright like my future is
I been
you have go so fast and go so far
CHORUS
Do you still think about me
and wonder bout that space between us
Did it Put the brakes on what coulda been,
The sun is setting on the road to nowhere
Grey life and tarmac ahead
This is the time for my unwinding
So i will hit no brakes
Buildings passed are
Maybe I should take that picture off the dashboard
Before her memory hits the brakes and takes the wheel
I bet she's still crying on the front porch
space,
Press your brakes, you won't slipstream past me in this rat race
BMW dreams I want an i8,
Drive straight,
I won't question shit, I'll just have
(Yeah, just want to let you know, just want to let you go, yeah yeah)
Shook me now I'm wide awake, please slam on the brakes didn't know I was fake
All gas...
All gas, no brakes
Don't fuck with no fakes
No, no - GMO
I smoke on good dank
Give back, give thanks
Don't make no mistake
At the beach,
the brakes
Diamonds, icy snowflakes
Steady drippin' like a lake
Been through a lot this past year
I knew I had to persevere
I put my trust in God, no other
that were two of a kind,
When you nibble my ear, the bass is softly pumping when caressing my rear,
You make me soft and sweet, and you're confusing
coming
White dice, black ice, freshener
All I cared about was impressing her
Had that rear-view lean on her lipstick
Thank God she had a thing for misfit's
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