paroles de chanson DeyShootin' - Medhane

You already made me late to run to my man's place
Nigga, my man wavy

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy
Ugh, ugh

Handling my shit, missed my mans, and caught a grip
Catch myself if I should slip (ugh), ain't no falling off the cliff
I've been calling off them trips, just gotta get my head right (yeah)
Tryna just be, but it ain't no love seen nor felt (ugh)
Sense it, I can smell more wealth on the way
My health gon' decay
Work from dusk 'til the day for the fruits of your labor
Fatal with the truth on these papers
'Member being rude on the wake-up
'Member I was stooped with the patience (ugh)
Needed newer shoes with the laces (ugh, yeah)
Bruises is aged, brodie gave me clues to the game
Only fools lose the race, boy, it's more time (more time)
I've been ducking from the crossfire (fire)
Still seeking shit that I can call mine
Yeah, that I can call mine