Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Sb nike's, with the grey box
Run away from the cars...
While in the distance i hear passing cars
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars
1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
Gotta be something for me write this
The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,
I gonna take it really nice and slow
I feel like i got fifty cars
And when this beat drops, your heart stops
Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes
But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >