paroles de chanson Gauntlet - The Nittany Owls

I've been laying back, not thinking bout the past
Leave it in the dust, for now I'm off the gas
I am on my own, but she call my phone
Leave her alone, cause now I'm in my zone
Lie awake at night, sometimes I wonder
Maybe she was right, maybe I loved her
For you I would die, for me you just nag
I guess it is my time, to hop out of my bag
She suckin' my dick and I'm makin her gag
Diamonds and pearls but I'm not tryin' to brag
I'll fuck her friend but you know I need a bag
Odell in field, yeah you know I snag
Countin up a mill, then I'm loadin' up the mags
I took too many drugs yeah I'm startin' to lag
Playin' games with me, bitch this is not tag
Pull up Banshee, then I skirt off in a Jag
I came up on this road, did not know where to go
Don't fuck with that bitch told her leave me alone
I'm just tryna bone, but i am off a cone
Play around with T and I'll knock you off the throne
I'll fuck on that chick and have her exhausted
Five stars on me, you'd think that I'm wanted
Snapped on this beat yeah you know that I flaunt it
Fuckin' with me and I'll throw on gauntlet

TKA, DKJ, and the summer is saved
I got ya bae gone cray, she get drunk off the wave
We got the world sweatin bullets, 'cause we lit up the rave
And when the worlds at war we use our bars to save
But we're speechless yeah, we ain't Dan and Shay
We just Judd and T, without me and me, It'd just be TNT
It's time to blow up in their face and add some kerosine
I got haters in my way that I don't care to see
They tell me keep it to ya self but that ain't fair to me
I don't need to down a chaser when I'm off the lean
Cause every man for themselves in this bitch
Every man for themselves in this bitch
We don't take no L's in this bitch
This ain't no pussy laser tag, this that world war shit
If you ain't about that bag, there's the front door bitch

Oh shit, I'm up
I just dipped that girl, she did not see my dark side
You is just not thurl, meet me at the Parkside
Buckets Trez Harrell, got a chip like I'm Clyde
That girl she was my world, she was my ride or die
You can not match my highs
You can not match my lows
Don't care about the lies if she takin' off her clothes
Caught me by surprise then passed her to the bros
Time to say goodbye, I guess I move too slow
Cookin up the sticks, whippin up the stove
I walk around wit drip and my wrist it stay on froze
I got a bag of tricks and I got a bag of flows
She throwin back the hips who know where this boutta go
I walk around no shirt even when it fuckin snows
My whip it go skirt hop in fo door
Told her she my dessert, told her meet me at the show
I don't try and flirt I ain't here for no hello
Pulling up on me and I'm ballin like a pro
Pulling up for three call me iso Joe
Fuck the referee throwin' me out like woah
I'm fuckin up this beat but I'm aboutta go
Yo girl in my sheets 'cause she aboutta blow
I don't do no streaks, my jack is on the low
That girl she for the streets, that girl she is a hoe
You talkin bout defeat, but I would never know

This is my life and it's outta control
And I just bought a yacht but I bet it got sold
And I know we won't stop until we reach gold
So put our bars in the pot and make the summertime cold
Cause when luck is out of stock, we hope our faith don't fold
I gotta gauntlet on my hand to get the sword out the stone
And T and I are both wanted, we hit a lick on the throne
It's the peak of our lives yet we still feel cursed
Yet we fight for our lives for that polo t-shirt
Then we light to get high but we still feel worse
Told me God's on your side
But then you burn that church
Told me I'm on your side, then write beef in your verse
How about you swallow my pride
And brush ya teeth in the dirt
And through it all, I never lost my grip
And through it all, I never lost my whip
I say i did it all but young king don't trip
TKA on the K and you know it don't skip
I be driving through the dale, I'm on E in my Jetta
I got my life planned out but I'm still in this dilemma
And I feel so lost, and we all feel lost
Cause once upon a time I was givin a gift
And then this guy with a guitar yea he played me a riff
He told me ya coulda done rock but you turned ya hip
I got a glock with a charge and it'll get you hit
He said