Chris Webby
Chris Webby - Left Lane songtekst
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[Hook] I be living in the left lane Passing y'all by Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high I be living in the left lane Closing my eyes, watch the world from the third person inside I be living in the left lane Never looking back with my foot up on the gas, ain't got no time to react I be living in the left lane Moving too fast, I'm just trying not to crash, it could all end in a flash When you be living in the left lane [Verse 1] Fast money, fast women, fast cars, doing donuts in the back-yard Middle fingers up like a rap star, telling me I go too hard Shots all lined up on the God damn bar, with a chick so bad she dropping jaws And I'm dropping trou and I hit that raw, yeah Live this way till I lose my mind, me I'm doing fine Fucking monster call me Frankenstein and Dracula combined On my grind, in my verbal prime, still Optimus Rhyme Got Griselda Blanco coke and no one fucking with these lines Cause uh, all this shit is apart of my job, the parties the woman The liquor the music, living a life you could only imagine Put it in words and I give it to you, kids But I told them, please don't try this at home, you really will lose it So don't blame me if my listeners do it (let's go) [Hook] I be living in the left lane Passing y'all by Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high I be living in the left lane Closing my eyes, watch the world from the third person inside I be living in the left lane Never looking back with my foot up on the gas, ain't got no time to react I be living in the left lane Moving too fast, I'm just trying not to crash, it could all end in a flash When you be living in the left lane [Verse 2] Let me carefully win, they callin' me Jeremy Lin, never stare at the rim If you going to give me the rock I'm gonna dribble and carry it in, no comparing to him Up on the road everyday, chugging a bottle of gin, contacts lens, 20/20 But you can't see them from under my brim, do it again ('gain) Beast mode, Kung-fu, trees rolled, shit I'm here to rap And if you're not I'd check that ego, try to keep it peaceful But if they be coming at me bro I'm rolling up in a tank, like I got Grand Theft Auto cheat codes A mix of Mick Jagger and Morrison on tour again, pushing the fucking limits till I'm in the crematorium Cause when a star goes out it does so in a blaze of glory, then Mr. Harry Fraud will just bring the chorus in [Hook] I be living in the left lane Passing y'all by Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high I be living in the left lane Closing my eyes, watch the world from the third person inside I be living in the left lane Never looking back with my foot up on the gas, ain't got no time to react I be living in the left lane Moving too fast, I'm just trying not to crash, it could all end in a flash When you be living in the left lane