Lyrics Whipski - Miles Thompson

Run it back
Yeah
Run that shit back

Young steppa
Applying pressure on the regular
Singing falsetto
Boy you better get your levels up
Driving through tornadoes
In the state of Palmetto
Chasing dreams
And you know that I got several of em
Directed for the jugular
Guess how many fuck I give
1...
2...
3...
None of that
Tell me you aint one of them
Sell your soul for a Culanin
So we don't do a whole lot of runnin in
Im done with it
Swinging for the fences got my Tyson on
Or maybe Barry Bonds
I been on my wave
I give a fuck whether they like or not
Seem originality keep on dying off
Me Im just rising up
Like the sun aint no drums
In the beat that Im sliding on
Get my Poseidon on
Riddim in the words that you vibin on
Im a pro told the amateurs
Hop inside the whip and get the ride along
Add it up
Better take some notes
Density inside the quotes
I really cant be mad at em
A bit dramatic huh
Pardon if the measures little drastic
But im tryna reach imagine
And the roads they got aint practical
See the reason im moving strategically
I been over all the scenery
Stuck inside my bag so it aint nobody seein me
Phone stuck on DND
Im a Ceo
I been writing scenes
Composing strings
I design the pieces
Even teaching b
With no degree
False scenery
Falsifying idols
Fighting on arrival
For survival you'd believe in me
And that be enough
That pity turn to trust
Just like philly then we up
Couple lonely years east of Chantilly feeling stuck
Got that shit and then I learned
That you cant get that shit enough
Mix the twist up with the buzz
Quit hitting up the plug
Cause that shit could get me high
But wont getting me no love
And I guess thats probably why
Im runnin city in the tuck
But before I hit the road
Give ma the kiss and then the hug
Know that pressure made a diamond
Call it Tiffany
Im stuck outside the box
Though they steady tryna zip a nigga up
Every second blessed
Urgency inside my voice
Imperfect with text
Heard this shit here first
And then you heard it here the best
Get up out my face lil homie
You don't get the mess
How beautiful a
How beautiful a wreck
How beautiful a thing to be imperfect
How strong in eyes afret
Im high as the next
Inside the room my mind aint present
So I die a legend in mine I guess