Текст песни Flo Rida - Finally Here

R.O.O.T.S
Жанр: R'n'B / Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Flo Rida
Альбом: R.O.O.T.S
Длительность: 04:03
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Загрузил: Blackpantera

Текст:

Hard to follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5 People keep tellin me my check is on the way So sun up to sundown I'm grindin, tryin to make it by Prayin for my shift to come and take away the pain That day is finally here (x3) New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain, New wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here That day is finally here (x2) New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain New wrist, knew that, knew this [Verse 1:] No, no I won't settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who the hell g'on do it for me Who the hell g'on do it free If I don't get up and bust my ass, that's my motto I can't put my faith in the lotto, luck don't stay nowhere near where I go Unless you ride that muthafucka And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid But I got grazed, the bullet went through But I ain't get paid, Now what do I appreciate? My J-O-B Hey boss, I'm comin in late [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Lil cousin got it right? and bike without no frame, ride the same rides without no brain? Life ain't life, without no shame, if I make it out the hood, damn right I'm gon change My cell phone number But the area code still gon be 305 tho My friends who was my friends just like my kin Walked em in model? But please wipe your feet on the rug You can keep your shoes on, it's all love Boy let me stop, I'm dreamin too much, now who the hell ? Gon give up a million bucks Nobody but God, right now I could use me one of them black cards I'm scarred, I fell apart, I came here with stars, it's hard huh? [Chorus] [Verse 3:] F-F-F-Findin me That day I been tryin to reach, that pay I been diein to see Boy them folk wouldn't lie to me I thought money ain't grow on trees Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed They quit, you can't see no leaves Hold up, I need my versace's Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn't gon be shit Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix My book say "Why ya'll gave that nigga some cash? " I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? here it goes
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