♫ Sam Adams feat. Currensy - Fly Jets Over Boston ♫ | Текст песни

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• ♫ Sam Adams feat. Currensy
• Fly Jets Over Boston ♫

White picket fence not me I'm on the top floor
Roof top city spot lookin' over all yours
Chillin with a crush I don't really have time for I'm the 3 white keys in C your a Minor
Knew my shit bang when my music hit the high-waves
Found out that hard work pays off like Friday's ehh
Plenty of people do the sorray'sBut Don't seem to be blowin like penelope and Johnnay
Sorry sound so big headed I'm just floatin no clue where this cloud's headed
Never been addicted to the fame no star fetish.
You worry about yours while we count our lettuce ehh

All we gone do is spin that reel
So if you think that don't come round here
Oh you thought that this was your year
There's the Do' get the fuck outta here
I'm not playin' I'm just sayin x3
I'm not playin'

Uhhh
And when it all come down to it, the homie fin' to do his thang you gotta give it to him
Referring 3rd person to myself about my music; you got them screen door lyrics we can see through em'
You and your team don't get it how you say you doin
you just tryna keep the crowd movin lyin to em'
Disrespecting the game and gettin paid for it
Lost sight of what you first got in the game for
I seen it all from my stadium seat chair
#1 row O.G brand new ol' sneaks man whatchu mean
Flight club like shoppin in a time machine
Kinda like heady in my heavy chevy talkin' to my light skinned red bone on my blackberry
Hit it wherever i haven't been already
Fuck all else Jets over every

All we gone do is spin that reel
So if you think that don't come round here
Oh you thought that this was your year
There's the Do' get the fuck outta here
I'm not playin' I'm just sayin x3
Word to Sam fool

Roll me another one