paroles de chanson maduro - Heylog

Heylog
Sir, if you'd like to smoke, you need to be another 20 feet from the door
So, roll me further, bitch

Don't you ever talk about me or you're gonna get yourself hurt
I wake up and I'm winning, how does second feel when I'm first?
My life might be lame, but at least that I'm not lamer
I gotta get going and I hope to see you never

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm getting closer and closer and closer and closer and
Closer and closer and closer and closer
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
'Cause I'ma steer off if I keep losing composure
You're getting closer and closer and closer and closer and
Closer and closer and closer and close-
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's-

If you ever talk about me, boy, you're gonna get your ego hurt
How does second feel when I'm consistently just placing first?
Maybe you'll reflect from your mistakes just how I have learned
We are not the same, 'cause you are opposite of my d-

I have fun, I don't need a beer
You talk and it goes out my ear
My hair smells like tobacco smoke
Puff cigars, the brand's Maduro
She's wasted while I'm cooking heat (damn, son)
I can't talk, I'm making a beat
Can't text, I'm sweating down my chin
Pump iron, bumping 2hollis

Don't you ever talk about me or you're gonna get yourself hurt
I wake up and I'm winning, how does second feel when I'm first?
My life might be lame, but at least that I'm not lamer
I gotta get going and I hope to see you never

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah