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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kai Banks
Kai Banks
Künstler:in
Simon Jefferson
Simon Jefferson
Künstler:in
Nathan Nykor
Nathan Nykor
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kai Banks
Kai Banks
Texte
Makai Bankston
Makai Bankston
Texte
Joaquin Clunie
Joaquin Clunie
Komponist:in
LUPE NORTE
LUPE NORTE
Komponist:in
Blake Sautner
Blake Sautner
Komponist:in
Simon Jefferson
Simon Jefferson
Komponist:in
Nathan Nykor
Nathan Nykor
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joaquin Clunie
Joaquin Clunie
Produzent:in
LUPE NORTE
LUPE NORTE
Produzent:in
Blake Sautner
Blake Sautner
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Where do I start? It's a lonely road and imma walk alone Until my knees combust I never needed a crutch Freezing up like I'm anemic or sum' Cold world but the pressures on me So I'm making diamonds Feel like Nastradamus Cause I'm representing For the crew behind me I do this s**t 4DaTribe I gotta provide They yelling out bless you When I'm at the venue They all well aware that the illest arrived I do it with passion Other n****s want a cheque to collect and they dashing Just like some marijuana Hit the gas, they seen the light within me so the roaches scattered I peeped the patterns I won't seek revenge I'm on a different path my enemies combatting Road to glory is a horror story paranormal sneakers couldn't walk it for me so my feet are crampin Maybe I'm crazy But maybe I'm right Some people round me left my circle smaller so my radius is lookin hella tight, I can't spend the night Or hang with you till 2 am S**t changed n***a I'm a visionary 2020 I could see myself inside the future clearly Mask off now I'm 19 and it's panning out just like the food preparing F**k a wack song take the wax off I'm a hair away from being legendary Where do I start 'Member back home we was down and out in that town house now I'm living large Had humble beginnings The struggle within me I hustle for millions Do this for the art and you out of the picture so homie it's f**k your opinion, listen Where do I start 'Member back home we was down and out in that town house now I'm living large Had humble beginnings The struggle within me I hustle for millions Do this for the art and you out of the picture so homie it's f**k your opinion, listen Shivers poking, furnace broken, kids are freezing, I swear moms couldn't believe it Saint Nick would creep And she was slaving through the rain Dear mom hope you know I kept the Christmas spirit, showed no fear Even though I know she probably put some tears in the pillow till the stress ain't there I'm going hard this year Sum to prove Same time I got nothing to lose Aside from my pride But that's not on my mind I put that to the side Till the day that I die Imma pack out the seats in arenas for all of the times that I reached out to people to see me at one of my shows And got a response in a week like I'm sorry I missed it I'll be at the next one fosho Don't Where do I start Member back home we was down and out in that town house now I'm living large Had humble beginnings The struggle within me I hustle for millions Do this for the art and you out of the picture so homie it's f**k your opinion, listen
Writer(s): Blake Sautner, Lupe Norte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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