paroles de chanson Intro - AnthonyxJohn

Yeah
Fuck it
Just let it off yo
Yeah
Yeah

I'm hear to apologize
Bottom line, I always be focused on the bottom line
I'm the first of my kind, Columbine
Tryna' get a dollar to my name homie, I ain't Ty Dolla $ign
Got a lot on my mind, that couldn't be less stable
Body's permanent, couple tats that I might regret later
Homies better get jobs and sell stock and exchange 'em.
That's the only way that my friends traders
Kids from high school hit me up, "your shit tough" never knew me oddly
I feel like Tator, fucked around and touch the student body
Innocent 'til proven guilty, flip that, I'm assuming thotties
In my passenger, girl don't call shotty, just move the shotty
No sub, maybe I just caught you on your worst day
Maybe we shouldn't have raced to crossed that line in the first place
Maybe we should have left it at it's birthplace
However, the stories always split up like girls when they say happy birthday
This just another workday for me to get immersed in
I like my girl's short so it ain't hard to be the bigger person
If I die naive about us, at least I lived and learned and
Tried to understand it like that shit in cursive
But still it's perfect. Yeah, I always try to be better
But like a Duke fan, sometimes I just side with the Devil
I got a date with this Ciroc, ain't even try to reschedule
Tryna' get my alcohol level to my anxiety level
Slave work but Fr333dom told me "It's your time slime"
Only right I made the 90's, I'm the best rapper on your timeline
Go retarded but still the smartest just like I'm Einstein
You my son, can see my son peaking just like the skyline
Don't need no one to check in or pop eyes
'Cause I treat my business like Finding Nemo's Seagulls and just mind mine
Little blonde chick I plain let her hijack my mind Got shot down
But still couldn't just let her fly by So Wooh! I'm hear to apologize
Bottom line, I always was focused on her bottom I
Know label's a shoot at the kid quick like Columbine
That's a sign my name written up on the dotted line and I'm alive
Feel like the top guy
Gun to your pupils, now you cock eyed
Talking shit and spilling fumes is not wise
Don't put nothing in the air that will get you fuckin' killed, carbon monoxide but
Who the fuck gon' top mine
I'm like why try, you gon' have to put hours in and like who the fuck got time like
Fuck it