Текст песни Road Music - Shimmy Choo

Gangs wit me on the road
Every city that we go
Better act like they all know
Hit the pedal to the floor
I got my dawgs on go,yea
I got the killers on go, yea
All i ever need is more
Young Goat thats fo sure

Young king
Dripped in Loui So groovy, mike amiri denim jeans
Foreign cars for the big boys just to hit the scene
Skur skuuuuur
Young homie
Getting big money
Shit feel like a dream
Payin mind to the wrong thing
But i never learn like Is on repeat
Showed love i dont fuck with the fake
She know that i wanted her space
She knows that i wanted to run still
No matter if i lose the race
Shes bad
Pretty face with a waist line
Can′t forget that
Out the blue it all disappeared
I Couldn't get it back
With No explanations
A phone call would of been better then erasing
Or maybe a text
Letting me know more about your situation
It′s keeping it real
In no time would of made you my lady
You know the type of nigga that i am
Couldn't let that shit faze me
Couldn't let that shit break me
Enough of that
They kill one of my homie
So much stress drove me crazy
Up all night all wasted
Mind is burning, is racing
Big monsters I faced them
Any chance I take them
My heart pure
No replacing

Gangs wit me on the road
Every city that we go
Better act like they all know
Hit the pedal to the floor
I got my dawgs on go,yea
I got the killers on go, yea
All i ever need is more
Young Goat thats fo sure
Gangs wit me on the road
Every city that we go
Better act like they all know
Hit the pedal to the floor
I got my dawgs on go,yea
I got the killers on go, yea
All i ever need is more
Young Goat thats fo sure

I pray everyday that god get me out of this shit
So many people wasted my time
They ain′t value it
You said you got it under control you gon handle it
You want the best of both world, you on some savage shit

10 hr flight that i took to Brazil
Got me in my mood still
Work mode new drill
Get with the code
We lock it here
I ain′t playing with nobody this is my year
Not repeating what i just said cause you heard it loud and it sounds clear
Final is my engineer, top dawg man of the year
Young nigga coming up up
Platinum plaques fill the wall up
Jump in the booth to make a million
I couldnt believe what was going on
I got a bag to make a song, i got a bag to make a song

Gangs wit me on the road
Every city that we go
Better act like they all know
Hit the pedal to the floor
Yea
I got my dog on go yea
I got the killers on go yeah
All i ever need is more
Young goat that's for sure

I pray everyday that god get me out of this shit
So many people wasted my time
They ain′t value it
You said you got it under control you gon handle it
You want the best of both world, you on some savage shit