Testo Lucky - Jogger
Testo della canzone Lucky (Jogger), tratta dall'album Lucky - Single
I be on a flight home
Show me where I might go
Really on a side note
You can't keep your eyes off of me
It's what I like though
Make her hit the high notes
Really on a side note
Everything she like ain't for free
And I'm like ooh, damn
What you thinking bout baby
Ooh, man
I been thinking that lately
Don't think I should drive though
Really on a side note
You just looking lucky to me
I think you're way too lucky for patience
This your story, but I saw you peek at somebody's pages
You surrounded by people that only fake being famous
Breaking bank on your wages
I think this wave is contagious
My coffee off of Kahlua
Dro in my lungs, it got me coughing like Uma
Them bills might get you straight up outta Compton, like true blood
But all the shit I'm drinking got me calling like you up?
Guess we all went and grew up
But I'm like slow, down
You coulda had everything that you wanted, but you wasn't doing shit
Studying blowing up overnight
Tell me that shit isn't ludicrous
What's gonna happen when everyone you looking up to is really the stupidest
Trying my best not to ruin shit
But you having trouble improving it
But if I was the one, you'd follow me
And if I were to land, you're on your feet
And if I were to break your policy
I guess I'd be the one that's on repeat
I be on a flight home
Show me where I might go
Really on a side note
You can't keep your eyes off of me
It's what I like though
Make her hit the high notes
Really on a side note
Everything she like ain't for free
And I'm like ooh, damn
What you thinking bout baby
Ooh, man
I been thinking that lately
Don't think I should drive though
Really on a side note
You just looking lucky to me
Couldn't find a goddamn problem with you, Imma keep looking
I need a lot, damn, Imma get you, Imma keep pushing but I see
Everything behind the screen, everything ain't what it seems
Looking past your photoshop into the scene, come on
Yeah
We lock eyes and you go past
She so high, she rude, no cap
She won't lie, see you on blast
I got eyes on you, she bad
Know you was popping in high school, with ya prom queen
But now we be up in the real world, shit is all me
Don't expect no special treatment
I know it's hard when you broke out the box and dealt with demons
But this shit ain't your cookie cutter world, with velvet ceilings
You realize you're just the same and get a fellow greeting
But if I was the one, you'd follow me
And if I were to land, you're on your feet
And if I were to break your policy
I guess I'd be the one that's on repeat
I be on a flight home
Show me where I might go
Really on a side note
You can't keep your eyes off of me
It's what I like though
Make her hit the high notes
Really on a side note
Everything she like ain't for free
And I'm like ooh, damn
What you thinking bout baby
Ooh, man
I been thinking that lately
Don't think I should drive though
Really on a side note
You just looking lucky to me
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Writer(s): John Tulloch
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