paroles de chanson Keys - Dobey Dobe

On my way I got a pl- I got a pl- ah yeah
I'm on my way I got a pl- I got a plan
I'm on my way I got a pl- I got a pl- ah yeah
I'm on my way I got a pl- I got pl - ay yeah yeah
On my way I got a pl- I got a pl- ah yeah
I'm on my way I got a pl- I got a plan
I'm on my way I got a pl- I got a pl- ah yeah
I'm on my way I got a, uh, yeah

Have a toast for host with the most patience
Couple glasses got drinks for the occasion
Couple homies couple blunts they in rotation
But I don't hit it though it look like I'm on probation
I moved to Cali so it's legal now
I flipped my Honda I should probably cop a Regal now
Im soaring over rocket launchers couldn't bring me down
Got messages from hoes and other partners I ain't seen a while
That's telling me go
Get out and make us proud represent your home clique
Know my destination 'cause I'm pushing in my own shit
They starting up I bet this hot left'll make em cold quit
Shots ain't even fit for magazines I got whole clips
Same hands that turn the page the ones I never fold with
I blacken Futures like the conversation Zone 6
Shout out to mama in the home zip
Taught me not to speed
Boy you gassing take it easy
But I just need the keys

Liquor in my system and a quarter ounce of weed
Windows down PCH swinging in the breeze
Let 'em tell it we won't shine, backseat it's been a hell of a ride
Imagine if I had the keys
Droptop beamer and that bitch is super clean
Take a ride with me I know this shit you never seen
Let 'em tell it you won't ride
I'm pulling up just get your ass inside
Baby I done got the keys

Isolated now finally got some leeway
Hop the 405 I'm learning that's the freeway
Enjoy the game one life no replays
Who got the aux cord, go DJ we riding out to it
I ain't cop me a Buick I got a Honda no fooling
The same car but it's newer and paid off so we moving
Lane cross to get to the main office
Rather be the seller than sold in a slave auction
Hit the field, shackles heavy and they real tight
'Cause when I'm clocking in I swear that's what it feel like
Know I should quit, still I gotta get these bills right
I'm up and I got big dreams I'm trying to make that real life
I'm stepping
The sun setting I get homesick nostalgia
My homie fixing up my old shit thats proper
I think of mama in the home zip
Taught me not to speed
I should probably take it easy
But I just need the keys

Liquor in my system and a quarter ounce of weed
Windows down PCH swinging in the breeze
Let 'em tell it we won't shine backseat it's been a hell of a ride
Imagine if I had the keys
Droptop beamer and that bitch is super clean
Take a ride with me I know this shit you never seen
Let 'em tell it you won't ride
I'm pulling up just get your ass inside
Baby I done got the keys

Your arms on extend, your hair in the wind
Told me you ain't never seen this in the city you in
So
Relax your soul take off your clothes
I done finally got the keys we on a one-way home
Oh
Break my heart just not my bank
I'm a fool for thinking love gone help with this gas tank
So far so far I know I know I fall I grow
I broke my stride then hopped inside the whip is mine
Shoot my shot 'cause you might miss
Play the game I got the ball boy I don't need picks
Huh
Know your style but that ain't this
Old school Curtis Mayfield in my playlist
Yeah
Walk that walk and talk that shit
I'm a fool for thinking confidence gone gas my whip
So far so far I know I know I fall I grow
I broke my stride then hopped inside the whip is mine