Gringo the MC - Back Down

Yo street in a spaceship
Something bigger is waiting for me out there
Out there, yea
I'm coming back down baby
Your street in a spaceship
I'm still broke but live like I'm rich and famous
I still smoke and hope that it give me patience
I still know that something bigger is waiting for me out there
Life a journey, gotta figure out the route there
All the angels, all the demons, all the doubt there
Couldn't stop me from the bag I'm finna count yea
Count yea, yea
This the life that we live
I make sure that we aint starving for the nights that we did
I know the devil out here plotting got a price on my head
I hope these bums don't get ambitious or it might leave me dead
Look how far we done came
Hug my loved ones at the function but it don't feel the same
Sip tequila knowing damn well it's like gas on the flame
I swear sometimes it feels like life will beat your ass 'til you change
But I aint switchin' up
Imagine giving up
600 horses in this bitch, I tell 'em giddy up
It aint 'bout me 'cause when I'm up that means the city up
And kids believe in dreams they had with noone 'round to give a fuck
I'm coming back down baby
Your street in a spaceship
I'm still broke but live like I'm rich and famous
I still smoke and hope that it give me patience
I still know that something bigger is waiting for me out there
Life a journey, gotta figure out the route there
All the angels, all the demons, all the doubt there
Couldn't stop me from the bag I'm finna count yea
Count yea, yea
I swear that I don't do this often, I'm flossin'
If sleep is the cousin of death a bed is like a coffin
The reaper don't come when you stressed
He comes when you aint watchin'
Believe me I'm one of the best at disregarding caution
That means I'm dangerous
My mama said baby be humble
Fuck that I aint changin'
My bank account lying, I feel like Buffet in the making
If I'm lying I'm flying, if I'm faking then fucking take me
Got no time for all these mind games, times change
Like the motherfucking Thursdays, to Fridays
I've been through all of the worst days, and I say
They don't matter in the first place, 'cause I'm great
I'm great, let's go
I'm coming back down baby
Your street in a spaceship
I'm still broke but live like I'm rich and famous
I still smoke and hope that it give me patience
I still know that something bigger is waiting for me out there
Life a journey, gotta figure out the route there
All the angels, all the demons, all the doubt there
Couldn't stop me from the bag I'm finna count yea
Count yea, yea

Written by:
Michael Aufenkamp

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