paroles de chanson GREYHOUND - Pats

Yeah you lookin' at me different
I could care less
We gotta care less
And get shit off our chest
Don't hold it in, don't hold it in
You about to pop
Let the journey begin

I said look
You can't please everybody
Music used to be a hobby now I'm sittin' shotty
Pull up to ya lobby, bumpin' Gotti
This the type of flow that sends chills down your spine
I'm killin' time while I'm taking the bus
These rappers whiney but enough with the fuss
I'm headin' out West but my name ain't Russ
It's no contest
I could prolly skip the stretch too
From the sex to the neck boo, you special
I'll never settle on mediocre
My raps sizzle like a smoker
I'm deadly with the words
More Canadian than cheese curds
Give a fuck about a blurb
Throw 'em to the curb

Yeah you lookin' at me different
I could care less
We gotta care less
And get shit off our chest
Don't hold it in, don't hold it in
You about to pop
Let the journey begin

Born Sinner like J. Cole out the manger
You wanna diss Pats now you in danger
Gimme a reason to let out this anger
I can't manage it
I'm back up on the weed again
Just little doses cus it hits the perfect spot
I'd rather rot than just give up on my music
It's all I got now I gotta fuckin' prove it
I'll rock a stage and have the people talk for days
They on my page, now it's time to turn it
You want respect? Well you gotta earn it
Imma die for it
I don't give a fuck if I lose
I'll resurrect and come back as the reaper
It's Pats baby bout to blow your fuckin speakers

Yeah you lookin' at me different
I could care less
We gotta care less
And get shit off our chest
Don't hold it in, don't hold it in
You about to pop
Let the journey begin