Lyrics:
Didn't think we'd make it to the show
(But the worst is what I'm being)
But the worst is what I'm being told
Connecticut
We almost got off on the wrong
time
We finna head out to Connecticut
Chilling in the booth I'm finna talk my shit
Chilling in the booth I'm finna spit something crazy
Chilling in
Two 16s yea I got that
We don't do the autotune but we got that
Need a bridge for a hook, yea we got that
Connecticut been hot don't doubt that
Pray for me
My streets don't love
They shoot you down if you smell like success
I'm from Connecticut where they treat us like house niggas
But
Ni volverán las oscuras golondrinas
Ni recuperaré el decoro
Ni escudriñaré las piedras en el río
Sin músculo y articulaciones
Ética Connecticut
asleep in your celadon dreams
As I'm holding your hand in the passenger seat
You look my way, say my name
Connecticut ain't going anywhere
But these
on the back of a...
Barracuda but with wheels
The gills are where you fill it up
I bought it from a couple in Connecticut
Some call me impulsive
I call it
when I speak it in song
Oh yeah
So follow along
Now all my teachers, they know what I'm on
Hail from Connecticut, that's where I'm from
They joke
less alone
Running on naive New York dreams in Connecticut
Could only see suburban streets as desolate
I'm 6 years old in kindergarten
Begging dad to put
from Connecticut
You looked so small then
We talk about the weather, getting better,
And if I'm having any fun
Choke on my diplomacy
Tell me you've been
Connecticut
Connecticut, Connecticut
A simple cobbler, he
Mr. Livingston, maybe you should write it
You have many friends and you're a diplomat
(Oh,
with girls
I overheard that you were unhappy too
Misleading trust into a relationship that makes no sense
Over and out, Connecticut
But you had
snow-bound Connecticut blues
The part I love to hate the most
Is getting more of somethin' I can't use
I've got tear runnin' down my face
I've got blues all
a ants-son
Mi nuh warn man twice nor once-son
Bullet a run yuh dung like Ben Johnson
Black talon romance-son
From Connecticut to Wisconsin
Me and Jam 2 deh
my by my code name cuz I'm so great
Name hold weight Indiana to Connecticut
They rock-bottom we on top of the precipice
Fly with horsepower call my
Connecticut's fine
I'll be feeling alright
If you stay by my side
I'll be feeling like
I'll be feeling alright
If you stay by my side
I'll be feeling like
I'll
dying
I never trip off my eyelids
You like my fit I designed it
Bitch I'm Connecticut's finest woah woah
I'ma fuck that hoe and then I send her back
In
d'une bitch, il faut j'run it up
Ma musique stream jusqu'au Connecticut
T'as voulu me cross donc on t'accueille
J'aime les bitch exotiques, skinny
ways to make
Myself better, I can't debate
I need help with this make or break
Yeah, it's just make or break
Russ did Utah, I'ma do Connecticut
This that
(swish)
J'la défonce comme Michael Jackson, hé
Le Basketball au Connecticut
Une pétasse qu'habite Connecticut
Ça c'est l'avenir que j'me vise hé
Pour
From Connecticut to Los Angeles
Bradley international to LAX
A move that would change my life
Sometimes I stay up at night thinking about you. what
the marathon continues
I know I'm not the best rapper
But I'm just here for what happens
I'm just a little ni**a from Connecticut
Coming out the cut
Not tryna
always no names always trying throw shade?
Yeah, that there the proof them bitch made
Yeah, that there the proof them bitch made
This that Connecticut
And I’ma bust a jooks with my own plan
Now I’m counting up I got my own bands
Connecticut Tony the don
No pressure nigga I’m calm
Pussy nigga wanna rob me
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