Lyrics Nebula - Chroma

Numbers on the board that's the daily (daily)
I owe it all to me nobody made me (made me)
But victory is sweeter when you taste it too
You making me feel something I never do
Yeah we making bread but you taking the cake
Must be the baddest thing I seen this side of the state
Clearing me out, dropping triple digits on every plate
I coulda hated it but honestly my ego a trip
I need that top down, let the city witness a king
I need yo top down, let me come and witness some things
And you could ride round every night I'm making you sing
Call it what you like never mention a ring

Woah woah slow down
Woah woah slow down
Woah woah slow (it) down
Woah woah slow down

Our initials scraped onto the highway
I might run away from home with my all out bae
I say "you get me know what I'm all about bae"
Don't mind if I leave you with a mouthache
Aww man, hot head
Ion always mean whatever I say
Of my words, my Aries moon gets in the way, damn
Holding on to the miles in my tank
Another song, listen to clear your head
Another wrong, thought I took a right then
Another thong, back we wasn't even friends
That shit off limits now we riding, ain't no trend
Ain't no sins, new man, like I was baptized again
Fourty days of Lent, I still paid rent
Even Jesus ain't had to do that
More bills had to start a new stack, uh huh
Every track grow up to be a money tree
Every year I bloom to another me

Woah woah slow down
Woah woah slow down
Woah woah slow (it) down
Woah woah slow down

Woah Woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah woah slow down
Woah woah slow it down
Woah Woah slow it down
Woah woah slow down
Woah woah slow it down
Woah woah slow it down
Woah woah slow it down
Woah woah slow it down