paroles de chanson One Deep In The Fleetwood - Pouya

Life goes on as time passes me by
I always been solid, why you asking me now?
I'm a rock glock tucked in the pocket of the tux
It's always about a buck
See me waddle like a duck when I get fucked up
Kick my feet up like chuck
Bitch I'm a millionaire, you think I give a fuck?
Got my momma sitting pretty in that Bentley truck
Say what you want about me

Fuck boy never made it out the minor league, I bleed for my brothers
I plead for the kids who can't breathe
FTP on my sleeve
I sleep with a pistol on me
Please protect me
From my enemies
White chalk, Blue lines, Red lights, Death threats
I fight for my life and I strive and I ride
Put my city on my back
Took a lot of struggling and pain to get to where I'm at, yuh

Savor your breath
One day closer to death
I speak from the soul
The burn in my chest
From head to my feet
The music complete
Me when I feel defeated
I'm down deep in the Fleetwood
With the top down, wind blowing in my bald spot
Middle finger out the window still
Throwing out blue hundred dollar bills
Trying to fill the void
Silence all the noise
Place a bet on a table I can't afford
Yuh

I see why they think I sold my soul
Really don't know how deep this goes
On my own since 16 years old
I had to cut ties to grow the bankroll
I see why they think I sold my soul
Really don't know how deep this goes
On my own since 16 years old
I had to cut ties to grow the bankroll