Testo SPEEDIN' THROUGH THE RAIN - Joey Bada$$
Testo della canzone SPEEDIN' THROUGH THE RAIN (Joey Bada$$), tratta dall'album Lonely At The Top
Ride to it, ride to it, yeah
Ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now
I'm speedin' through the rain
Speedin' through the goddamn rain, man
Speedin' through the rain, look, uh
Pedal to the metal on the road to the riches
Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness
Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous
Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate
I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown
The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (duck down)
I used to bus around on the MTA
Turned life around at 18, ATM read a hundred K
Used to take the B41 to Avenue J
Before we hit the crossroads, I hate that we went separate ways
Sometimes I wish that I could put the past in my GPS
Swervin' in my GLS, been sufferin' from PTS
I guess I'm still tryna navigate the pain
Lookin' for the drive, always found myself on memory lane
Five-percent tints, I'm hidin' my shame
Came a long way, am I convinced I could go the range?
Uphill battles, know I can't go against the grain
Speedin' through the rain, I'm in terrible terrain
Pedal to the metal on the road to the riches
Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness
Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous
Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate
I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown
The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (baow, baow, baow)
'Cause shit get difficult, really critical
When niggas tryna ridicule you, pull your spirit out the physical
Your body is a vehicle, Satan tryna pimp the ride
Devils wanna get inside and drive you out your fuckin' mind
Open my windows wide, feelin' out the vibe
Speedin' down the I-95, it's just me, myself, and I
With the Glock 9, passenger side, I'm runnin' out of time
Race against the clock until my hands is tied
I'm fired up, V12, slide up
Whip clean, but it's dirty, see 12, just my luck, fuck, uh
My foot up on the gas, runnin' from the law
I ain't slowin' down and stoppin' for nobody but the Lord
Keep my
Pedal to the metal on the road to the riches
Pit-stopped at the mosque real quick, Allah my witness
Spun the writer's block 'round like a game of Tetris
Hands on Ezekiel's wheel, I'm ambidextrous
Tryna stick the clutch right now, I'm feelin' desperate
I'm on Satan's highway, Hell-bound, lookin' for my exit
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I never hail from Uptown
The kid from Bucktown, the word Smith & Wesson make them niggas (duck down, baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, uh (ride to it, ride to it, yeah)
Make them niggas, bitch (baow, baow, baow)
Speedin' through the rain (ride to it, ride to it, ride to it now)
Speedin' through the rain
Speedin' through the goddamn rain, man
Speedin' through the rain
Credits
Writer(s): Jo-vaughn Virginie Scott, Jahlil Gunter, Max Theodore
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