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Delusions Of Grandeur

 

Delusions Of Grandeur

(album: A Man Rose From The Dead - 2020)


You did good, $lick
Right foot, skate to the bank
Then the left foot, skate

Feeling so sick, like I need a Z-pack
Bought a white house but the AMG black
Leather on my ass, tell the seat, "Sit back"
Don't drive ever, push buttons on the map (Hold up)
I can't tell what's real and what's fake (Yeah) (What's fake, yeah)
Came up from the south of the lake (Yeah)
I don't know if it's faith or it's fate (Yeah) (Fate, yeah)
But for now, take the blade til I skate
Right foot, skate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Left foot, skate (Yeah, yeah)
See my pops got a smile on his face (Yeah)
My brother Kyle said we'd make it one day (Yeah, yeah)
Like, right foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then a left foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah)
Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)
Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)

Top-down, buzz up, what the fuck's up?
Girl, drop down to the ground, keep her mouth shut, yeah
Northside repping, I'm the snells in the sticks, yeah
Southside born, I was raised in a ditch
Three M in the checking, six figures on the whip
What's the crib worth? Mind your business, 'lil bitch (Lil bitch)
I don't kiss and tell but them hoes run lips
Signed NDA when them hoes suck dick
They say, "Gang don't dance" but I beg to differ
You accomplish what I did, you might move a little
I might Josephine Johnny, I might start skipping
G-walking, start jooking, then I skate the distance (Yeah, yeah)

Feeling so sick, like I need a Z-pack
Bought a white house but the AMG black
Leather on my ass, tell the seat, "Sit back"
Don't drive ever, push buttons on the map (Hold up)
I can't tell what's real and what's fake (Yeah)
Came up from the south of the lake (Yeah)
I don't know if it's faith or it's fate (Yeah)
But for now, take the blade til I skate
Right foot, skate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Left foot, skate (Yeah, yeah)
See my pops got a smile on his face (Yeah)
My brother Kyle said we'd make it one day (Yeah, yeah)
Like, right foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then a left foot, skate (To the bank) (Yeah, yeah)
Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)
Skate to the motherfucking bank (Yeah, yeah)

I might jump slide, to the front, to the back
I might moonwalk, Michael Jack, back, back
Check my footwork, hook, slide on my right
Check my left foot, run it back, one more time
I might jump slide, to the front, to the back
I might moonwalk, Michael Jack, back, back
Check my footwork, hook, slide on my right
Check my left foot, run it back, goodnight

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