Blu-J4Y - Make it Out

They say, they say
They tell me I make it out the trap They tell me to never look back
They tell me to have no regrets I regret it now, ever looking back
They tell me I make it out the trap They tell me to never look back
Looking back, I have no regrets I regret it, did I ever look back
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
They tell me I make it out the trap They tell me to never look back
Looking back, I had no regrets I regret it, did I ever look back
I got my life together, now I look back All the sunny days that I never had
This how I did it, finna tell you my facts I dropped the love, I said fuck all the texts
Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, I'm a bill printer, a grave digger Yeah, I'm a bag chaser, a real sprinter
I want some foreigns in my crib, specially Latinas But I don't know, I guess I just got the Spanish fever
Yeah, they tell me I make it out the trap They tell me to never look back
Looking back, I have no regrets I regret it, did I ever look back
Yeah, they tell me I make it out the trap They tell me to never look back
Looking back, I have no regrets I regret it, did I ever look back
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I got the Spanish fever

Written by:
Taylor Hendrickson Haralson VI

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