paroles de chanson No Traffic In Greenville - Skip Dover

People either gonna reject or perpetuate BS
So let me inject and set the record straight
Respect is due, not leaving the house for petty 8th's
You're very late, I'm 28
Quit the 27's, time to dead the vapes
Hit the road in something rented, hitting seven states
Fake retired, but I traffic the green still
I'm out, heading south, ain't no traffic in Greenville
They don't know what I mean, still
Still barely still, still barely here
Half a year past, passed half of y'all half a year ago
Other half's still in fear 'cause I'm adamant
I'm off that, I'm just getting used to having shit
I'm trying to take my family to Woodloch Pines
Wooden stock .308, that's a cute Glock nine
Let me stop

I'm peace and love, these my Woodstock rhymes
Wouldn't stop it if I could stop trying
Just got a phone call, they freed the opps
I was playing golf in Kiawah
Sleeping on a yacht, seasick, I need a doc
You're killing time but I beat the clock
Missing your shot feels like being shot
And I'm not saying I'm like G.O.D
But if my breathing stops, there wouldn't be no breeze
And if I start blowing trees, wouldn't be no leaves
And if I ever went to sleep, wouldn't be no dreams
If your drive never stopped, wouldn't need those keys
Low key, no major keys in your kilos, B
I've got hoes feeding my ego
If I hit it the first time, no reason to reload these
Automatic target practice, all you bloodsuckers
When it's hot, they bite you, and then mosquitoes leave
Caught in the static, you motherfuckers trying to decode and recode me
I guess we're gonna see