paroles de chanson Yellow Brick Road (feat. Taylor Morgan) - Jayson Lyric

Real
Time is money
And I'm working on that Richard Mille
It's up to me to
Drop the ball like I'm centerfield
I gotta touch Ledbetter
When I'm in the cliff
I be in and out the cut
Like I'm Emmit Smith
They tried to give a nigga crumbs
But I need a mill
Real bosses at my table
And we split the bill
Gotta watch for the snakes
When you in the field
They ain't down to ride for you
They just spinning wheels
Don't make me
Take your bitch to Nobu
Cause a nigga will
Im best friends with the chef
That's my nigga Will
Lord bless a nigga game
And a new chain
Fuck around
Came down
In that a Mulsanne
I can see it now

When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling
I gotta hit the road
When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling

I gotta hit the road

On this road to success
I ain't done yet
In the trenches
I ain't in to having fun yet
But when it's time Sunset
Until the sun set
When your paper long
She gone make her tongue stretch
You can have the bitch
I ain't sentimental
That's what's Bun said
Never put one
Above the other
That's a bunk bed
My first love
Was a drum set
I never asked
Did she come yet
Real
I play for keeps
And I keep it One hundred
Just know I represent the house
Like Congress
You ain't on

Unless your whole team on
Nick and sams for fam
That's how you throw your dog a bone, she say

When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling
I gotta hit the road
When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling
I gotta hit the road