[00:00.000] 作词 : Tom Grainger
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tom Grainger
[00:08.239]Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
[00:10.299]I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
[00:12.187]Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
[00:16.292]Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
[00:18.381]I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
[00:20.242]Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
[00:24.426]Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
[00:26.478]I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
[00:28.253]Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
[00:32.510]Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
[00:34.622]I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
[00:36.481]Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
[00:38.534]Icey on my ring, fall in love with those bling bling,
[00:40.530]Round a round the city, in my whip with my gang,
[00:42.460]Bust down my chain, Hennessy in my vein,
[00:44.436]Stay in the dark I’ll never change,
[00:47.147]Yeah, never change,
[00:49.031]Gold on wrist, I can't resist,
[00:51.140]Every setback, just another twist.
[00:53.117]Never live in the past, on to new thing,
[00:55.216]Can't tie me down, I born with wings.
[00:57.424]Cruisin' through the night, I keep my circle tight,
[00:59.258]Dodging all the fakes, staying outta sight.
[01:01.229]Living life fast, can't live in the past,
[01:03.257]Got bigger dreams than the shadows they cast.
[01:05.320]I got all the racks on racks on racks on so them haters mad,
[01:09.245]I got chains on chains on chains on so my bitches bad,
[01:13.252]I got bitch on bitch on bitch on so those incel mad,
[01:17.330]Be like Michael Michael Michael Jackson yes I’m bad,
[01:21.472]I should have a trophy,
[01:22.969]Those bitches can’t get near me,
[01:24.897]They can’t even get to close to me,
[01:27.107]Put my opps in coffin, Rest in Peace,
[01:29.642]All all the lames Rest in Peace,
[01:31.540]They can’t **** with me,
[01:33.731]Drifting in city yeah, I put up on the Masi,
[01:37.810]I feel like Sosa, put my shits in Goyard,
[01:41.841]This shit too hot,
[01:43.924]Made the lames living so hard,
[01:46.024]Don’t work this hard, bitches you ain’t got the talent,
[01:49.686]**** that bitch and I tell her leave my mansion,
[01:51.746]Yeah, you know I never have compassion,
[01:53.974]Yeah, yeah,
[01:56.158]Flex on any type beat,
[01:57.670]Kill them all, hit them all, like my side bitch,
[01:59.721]Every time I on the track, they be “HOLY!”
[02:02.001]Yeah you know I bloom on the track,
[02:04.286]Like I’m cooking the meth,
[02:06.207]Lost place in paradise,
[02:08.330]Putting in work like Walter White,
[02:10.278]They’re copying I’m on high,
[02:12.478]Play your part, we’re not alike,
[02:14.226]Eyes on the prize, cutting ties with lies,
[02:16.197]Every move I make, aiming for the skies.
[02:18.162]Dusk till the dawn, I hustle, I strive,
[02:20.116]Every breath, I just trying to survive.
[02:26.425]Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
[02:28.504]I can’t let bitches stand in my way,
[02:30.512]Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
[02:32.444]Icey on my ring, fall in love with those bling bling,
[02:34.477]Round a round the city, in my whip with my gang,
[02:36.525]Bust down my chain, Hennessy in my vein,
[02:38.504]Stay in the dark I’ll never change,
[02:40.876]Yeah, never change.

作词 : Tom Grainger
作曲 : Tom Grainger
Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
I can’t let bitch stand in my way,
Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
Icey on my ring, fall in love with those bling bling,
Round a round the city, in my whip with my gang,
Bust down my chain, Hennessy in my vein,
Stay in the dark I’ll never change,
Yeah, never change,
Gold on wrist, I can't resist,
Every setback, just another twist.
Never live in the past, on to new thing,
Can't tie me down, I born with wings.
Cruisin' through the night, I keep my circle tight,
Dodging all the fakes, staying outta sight.
Living life fast, can't live in the past,
Got bigger dreams than the shadows they cast.
I got all the racks on racks on racks on so them haters mad,
I got chains on chains on chains on so my bitches bad,
I got bitch on bitch on bitch on so those incel mad,
Be like Michael Michael Michael Jackson yes I’m bad,
I should have a trophy,
Those bitches can’t get near me,
They can’t even get to close to me,
Put my opps in coffin, Rest in Peace,
All all the lames Rest in Peace,
They can’t **** with me,
Drifting in city yeah, I put up on the Masi,
I feel like Sosa, put my shits in Goyard,
This shit too hot,
Made the lames living so hard,
Don’t work this hard, bitches you ain’t got the talent,
**** that bitch and I tell her leave my mansion,
Yeah, you know I never have compassion,
Yeah, yeah,
Flex on any type beat,
Kill them all, hit them all, like my side bitch,
Every time I on the track, they be “HOLY!”
Yeah you know I bloom on the track,
Like I’m cooking the meth,
Lost place in paradise,
Putting in work like Walter White,
They’re copying I’m on high,
Play your part, we’re not alike,
Eyes on the prize, cutting ties with lies,
Every move I make, aiming for the skies.
Dusk till the dawn, I hustle, I strive,
Every breath, I just trying to survive.
Sitting in the booth sippin’ on Duse
I can’t let bitches stand in my way,
Too much lean, I think I saw those red beams,
Icey on my ring, fall in love with those bling bling,
Round a round the city, in my whip with my gang,
Bust down my chain, Hennessy in my vein,
Stay in the dark I’ll never change,
Yeah, never change.