CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Twentysixteen
Okay, here's another track that don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my sh*t
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip
2020 coming with it, I know its a little bit away
But I'ma kill it, do it how I wanna anyway
This beat a little corny but it still kinda works
Like 2016
Okay, here's another track that don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my sh*t
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip
2020 coming with it, I know it's a little bit away
But I'ma kill it, do it how I wanna anyway
This beat a little corny but it still kinda works
Like 2016, Jake Hill on the verse
That's real, a diss to myself
Never thought I'd make it so cheers to my wealth
I don't wanna end up in Hell
But it feels like I sold my soul so please help
Sold-sold-sold-sold out shows, on tour, we never sleep
'Cause I stay too hype with it, nice on the beat
Thought I'd take a little break from the whiny sh*t
Here's a blast to the past with the rhymin' sh*t
I be the big bad wolf when I'm knocking at the door
Gotta keep my teeth hidden so nobody ever know
That I gotta kill 'em all, not like Ash Ketchum
For the ones that talkin' gotta teach 'em all a lesson
Like move, b*t*h, get out the way
They talk an awful lot but got nothing to say
And I don't even really know where this sh*t is headed
But I keep the sail steady, for this trip I'm ready
Here's another track that don't make sense
But that's okay, I own this sh*t
I pull up then I leave
And I got more stacks than I rolled up with
Interest, they ain't gonna really like this
'Cause I'm talking sh*t but I don't mean nothing by it
I can tell they got a problem with it but they staying silent
'Til they see me winning then they wanna turn it to a riot
That's real
Still the same sh*t, I just sit in my room
Glued to my seat, might as well be my tomb
That I'm encased in when I meet my fate
I'm 27, hope that ain't today
It's a club I don't wanna be in
So I keep it moving, I'm just following the beacon, fast
Hope it don't lead me down the wrong path
If I let it, y'all better whoop my-
Ask me how I feel, I don't really know
I'm just here, 'til the wheels are broke
I keep rolling, rolling like Fred Durst
I'm tryna take this trip on head first
And if I crash and burn, well, I guess that's life
Only one way to find out, I guess that's right
I'll close my eyes and then hit the launch
And then blast off quick 'til I hit the stars
That didn't even rhyme but whatever
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my sh*t
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip
2020 coming with it, I know its a little bit away
But I'ma kill it, do it how I wanna anyway
This beat a little corny but it still kinda works
Like 2016
Okay, here's another track that don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my sh*t
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip
2020 coming with it, I know it's a little bit away
But I'ma kill it, do it how I wanna anyway
This beat a little corny but it still kinda works
Like 2016, Jake Hill on the verse
That's real, a diss to myself
Never thought I'd make it so cheers to my wealth
I don't wanna end up in Hell
But it feels like I sold my soul so please help
Sold-sold-sold-sold out shows, on tour, we never sleep
'Cause I stay too hype with it, nice on the beat
Thought I'd take a little break from the whiny sh*t
Here's a blast to the past with the rhymin' sh*t
I be the big bad wolf when I'm knocking at the door
Gotta keep my teeth hidden so nobody ever know
That I gotta kill 'em all, not like Ash Ketchum
For the ones that talkin' gotta teach 'em all a lesson
Like move, b*t*h, get out the way
They talk an awful lot but got nothing to say
And I don't even really know where this sh*t is headed
But I keep the sail steady, for this trip I'm ready
Here's another track that don't make sense
But that's okay, I own this sh*t
I pull up then I leave
And I got more stacks than I rolled up with
Interest, they ain't gonna really like this
'Cause I'm talking sh*t but I don't mean nothing by it
I can tell they got a problem with it but they staying silent
'Til they see me winning then they wanna turn it to a riot
That's real
Still the same sh*t, I just sit in my room
Glued to my seat, might as well be my tomb
That I'm encased in when I meet my fate
I'm 27, hope that ain't today
It's a club I don't wanna be in
So I keep it moving, I'm just following the beacon, fast
Hope it don't lead me down the wrong path
If I let it, y'all better whoop my-
Ask me how I feel, I don't really know
I'm just here, 'til the wheels are broke
I keep rolling, rolling like Fred Durst
I'm tryna take this trip on head first
And if I crash and burn, well, I guess that's life
Only one way to find out, I guess that's right
I'll close my eyes and then hit the launch
And then blast off quick 'til I hit the stars
That didn't even rhyme but whatever
