Текст песни Ridin' My Wave 3.0 - Lil Cyclone

Lil Cyclone's on fire

Lil Cyclone's on fire

That can't be me
Not my reality
I was still a young teen, having codeine infested dreams
The aim remained the same, comfortably, get money
Sit down and contemplate; how can I keep on my feet

I was only 15
On laptops making beats
For hours wouldn't eat, sleep
It would capture me
Back then still off of lean
Please, tripping off of beans
It still kept me off of streets
But I got broskis serving fiends
That can't be me
Not my reality
I was still a young teen, having codeine infested dreams
The aim remained the same, comfortably, get money
Sit down and contemplate, how can I keep, on my feet

Yeah on my toes
I still cant let go
Certain grudges I still hold
Once bitten twice shy
But in reality I'm bold
The same guy
But I'm cold
The same guy
Tighter soul.
When God made me he broke the mould

That's right, I've changed
I've felt
The pain
Can't go insane
From the disdain
Back then they was riding my wave
Now look how I switched it again
I'm still looking for my own lane
Change, staring me straight in the face

The aim for me was never fame
Bitta fun
Bitta praise
Can you blame me? That's the game
If you hate it, do not play
Back in the day
I couldn't pay
I had to learn how to create
D-I-Y, M-O-W
Do-It-Yourself, my own way
The hate is blatant
But the love can still outshine it
Haters waiting
For my downfall yet I'm shining
Bitches still lying
Oh well, that's not surprising
Nothing's confining
The future looks exciting

I was only 15
On laptops making beats
For hours wouldn't eat, sleep
It would capture me
Back then still off of lean
Please, tripping off of beans
It still kept me off of streets
But I got broskis serving fiens

That can't be me
Not my reality
I was still a young teen, having codeine infested dreams
The aim remained the same, comfortably, get money
Sit down and contemplate, how can I keep, on my feet

I was only 15
On laptops making beats
For hours wouldn't eat, sleep
It would capture me
Back then still off of lean
Please, tripping off of beans
It still kept me off of streets
But I got broskis serving fiens