Testo I'm Back - Chase Martin
Testo della canzone I'm Back (Chase Martin), tratta dall'album The Real McCoy
I'm back, (guess who), good now
Doing my thing, move through the days
I'm back, (it's me) somehow
Make enough pay to throw a parade
I'm back, (go tell 'em I'm back), outside
Down to get high, you know I got 5 on that
(And pass me that weed), Pass me the gas please
Somebody help me relax
Same routine, wake up, lace the shoe strings
Think I ain't doing my thing, fuck you mean?
A porn star probably can't fuck with me
Boy, I just turn this shit up to the nth degree
Mofucka's like you is who it sucks to be
I'm a boss and you not in my company
I can floss without showing my fucking teeth
On top, I look at you to see what's underneath
Boy, I could go miles, for hours, days
Try to keep up but don't know how to pace yourself
Get this man out the race
Can't run your mouth like me, it'd be a sour taste
I'm out this world; I'm in outer space
Hand me my phone so I can dial my place back home
They're telling me we're out of range
Fuck it, hit the button and shoot out the flames
I'm back, (guess who), good now
Doing my thing, move through the days
I'm back, (it's me) somehow
Make enough pay to throw a parade
I'm back, (go tell 'em I'm back), outside
Down to get high, you know I got 5 on that
(And pass me that weed), Pass me the gas please
Somebody help me relax
Been at it so long and still not exhausted
I heard they sold their soul, tell me, who bought it?
The shit I spit for value, they call me a prophet
Imma wait for 'em to get the entendre
But in the meantime, continue this act of taking over
God knew it would be hard so he made me a soldier
And I ain't like y'all, dawg, won't see me roll over
Nah, I can't do that, my pride too high
Smoke rolling out my window when I'm riding by
See twelve, roll 'em up, chill, hold the blunt
Keep it low, don't hit it or he'll see the smoke
And I ain't tryna get pulled over with this weed and coke and see jail
'Cause I doubt I got the bread to meet bail
So keep it cool, don't be a fool, you not Odell
Money running low and I still got a lot to sell
I hope God forgive me or it'll be hot in hell, yeah
I'm back, (guess who), good now
Doing my thing, move through the days
I'm back, (it's me) somehow
Make enough pay to throw a parade
I'm back, (go tell 'em I'm back), outside
Down to get high, you know I got 5 on that
(And pass me that weed), Pass me the gas please
Somebody help me relax
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Writer(s): Chase Martin
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