Текст песни 2.8.5. (feat. T. Mason) - Miseye

Think how much time that it take
Much more time will it take
Lord Ima pick up the pace
Fall from the mission of fate
Make new way for the rude
Room full of haze but I'm high
Only two seats for the coupe
Other (bleep) asking why? (excuse me)
Speed with the spotlight on me
Oh, what a beautiful ride
On my way to the Stu,
One twenty five, I drive
285 I cruise
Baby I don't lie
Baby you gone roll
Baby I'm outside

Baby I'm outside
Take you out don't pay for shit
I'd rather stay the night
Hit my phone
This steppingstone
It's different walks of life
Life is a test and I passed it
Yea
Hop out the whip and I crash til my L's suspended
The bullets they popping on out like some titties on Janet
Aye
I talk to God, I don't know what his plans is, yea
They Stealing style, gotta
Lease it like a rented house, I done
Made my own lane for ones doubting
Praying to the bank, still counting

Think how much time that it take
Much more time will it take
Lord Ima pick up the pace
Fall from the mission of fate
Fall from the mission of fate
Fall from the mission of fate
Oh, what a beautiful ride