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guccihighwaters

feel the same

 

feel the same


[Guccihighwaters:]
Don't tell me that it's working out
Now that I sealed the cracks
Always finding opportunities to
Stab me in the back
A new life on the road of creation
I'm alone in my room
They think I'm famous?

They all just say I changed
But I just feel the same way
I'm in the cut but my
Head spinning like a beyblade
I put in work but fuck waiting for the pay day
They always want me on the track like a freight train

Hit my traktrain for the beats
25 for a lease prolly 50 for a feat
They ask me why I charge
Shit, gucci gotta eat
But shit I gotta go
Start stackin up these beats

I gotta go
Its getting cold
Can't stay
I have to hit the road
But they never told me I'd be alone
I'm feelin lost in my head so I'll make a song

[Supachefm:]
They never told me id be alone
Cracks in my heart
And cracks on my phone
Waiting for the night where I would catch you lone
Take it off or let me take you home

Feel like a boxer when I beatin up da beat now
I turn the dancer from the show into a freak now
Face down feet up with her teeth out
Gimme cheeks now gasping as I reach out

Gucci send the track I give him flowys for the free
Lil eskimo peepin bitches from a tree
Live through my dreams supachef whip that heat
Bustin down packs pullin smoke through my teeth

Making my rounds while the storm start to whippin
A ghost in my town but a star in the making
She used to lie to my face for a min
Fuck these bitches I'm just gettin to the digits

[Guccihighwaters:]
They all just say I changed
But I just feel the same way
I'm in the cut but my
Head spinning like a beyblade
I put in work but fuck waiting for the pay day
They always want me on the track like a freight train
Hit my traktrain for the beats
25 for a lease prolly 50 for a feat
They ask me why I charge
Shit gucci gotta eat
But shit I gotta go
Start stackin up these beats

[Supachefm:]
I'm always slaying on the beat
Bitches tryna fuck me love to tell me I'm unique
Ima make a ruckus
Catch me stompin through da street
Smokin on some pressure get the pack from overseas

done

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