paroles de chanson NEVER LATE (feat. Jae & Rob Buck) - FLEAU

Take it over borders, I ain't headed to L.A.
Rob on the computer, it's gone be a D.O.A.
I don't wanna see inclusions, sent the stones to G.I.A.
I just pulled up to the Eau and now I'm burning every take
I can see 'em hating but the haters gonna hate
I know I'd really be hating if they making what I make, yeah
I don't do no fronts because all the fakers gonna fake
Put the 'Rari into sport, I'm cutting up I'm never late

I'm about to chug this Hamm's until I yack
I don't know what I'm doing on this Earf
This blunt attacking all my respiratory functions, killing nerves
And all my vision's getting blurred, all I see is your bitches curves on me
We fucking to Murda Beatz
And I'm about to Uber Eats a pound of weed and smoke it 'til my soul is free
My pipes are frozen, I don't feel my breath coming out my lungs
Feels like zero degrees
And I'm tearing down Water Street
J One Low's stay on my feet
I'm tweaking on the Pickle patio
Go back home, spit bars like I'm Socrates
And I'm off a tab of acid, I can see the blueprints of the universe fall apart
Ripping the cart
Stalling my heart
My life is restarting
And yeah the holidays are over
Time to grind we about to let it shine
Way harder than the diamonds on y'all greedy ass mother fuckers wrists
And I'm fucking your bitch, she popping like a cyst
Scars on my fists, moving mountains
Staining couches, fuck I'm slouching
I'm always afraid of how I be sounding, damn
Can't stop tweaking
Won't stop geeking like a nerd who can't stop reading Deathly Hallows
Yeah I'm seeking for the snitch so I stay free

My mathematics
A trap habit, please don't CashApp it
Stay off the drugs, now they calling me a cash addict
Why they talking like they really got it in they 'Gram captions
Look good in Gildan but I'm still wearing this brand fashion
Tuesday pulled up with a new baddie
Had to focus on my papers so I took like two addies
Straight out Minnesota so I'm taking all the ice they threw at me
And I put it on the navy blue Patek
No the Stu' ain't even ready
I could hit 'em with a pull up or I hit 'em with a hesi
I don't talk about the past because all the money in the present
Didn't plug them like the wifi, I don't need a new connection
Now they asking for the static like a phone with no reception

Take it over borders, I ain't headed to L.A.
Rob on the computer, it's gone be a D.O.A.
I don't wanna see inclusions, sent the stones to G.I.A.
I just pulled up to the Eau and now I'm burning every take
I can see 'em hating but the haters gonna hate
I know I'd really be hating if they making what I make, yeah
I don't do no fronts because all the fakers gonna fake
Put the 'Rari into sport, I'm cutting up I'm never late