forever ju - b4 i land

It's like two hours before my fight
Somehow you better be back when I land
Hope you understand
I can't be your man
I need rubber bands all up in my hand
Baby, I'm just sayin
Hope one day, I got hella fans in the stands tryna shake my hand
And They all stans
Made a band cause I had a plan
High tunes for my niggas fried with a blunt in hand
If you ever leave me, hope you die with your other man

I fell in love with the high fashion
You fell in love how I'm not passive
I'll mold you like Clay, no Cassius
Mind full of money, my tray full of ashes
Hold up, hold up, you don't wanna ask
You take a trip to Aspen, maybe Calabasas
Posted on your mind like a nigga trespassin'
Rolled a blunt, gas it
You far from average
Alone with this 3-5
Huh I'm alone with the 3-5 like Kyrie when he went to the Mavericks
Now I'm searchin' for the sun, tryna go make magic
He ain't shootin' no guns, he a one-day savage
Oh we done, we gon' reunite
And if lovin' you is wrong, I don't see right
I could be the gun, baby, you could be the knife Which one gon' go faster
We gon' see tonight
She like, don't go faster
Let me be the bike
I'm high off my ass and I ain't seein' right
I might sneak right past you like the speed of light
I know this my passion, I don't need advice
Shit, maybe I do, maybe I don't
I'll never be the one to tell you, maybe I won't
She wanna be the one to tell me what she say go
But I'm huntin' all down this road and I need my ducks in a row
And the money comin' like, yes, I could never ever say no
I could never turncoat unless the shit a fur coat
Can't wait till my first show, it won't be my first though
She up in my crowd, I'm singin' her notes
Shine bright like a diamond, stud in her nose
Feel like I'm dyin', life that I chose
You the one tryin', baby, I know
Countin' my exes, blowin' my O's
Lots on my checklist, breakin' my code
Heart on your necklace, why you so cold
Here for a little in the morning, I'm gone
Cause

It's like two hours before my fight
Somehow you better be back when I land
Hope you understand, I can't be your man
I need rubber bands all up in my hand
Baby, I'm just sayin
Hope one day, I got hella fans in the stands tryna shake my hand
And They all stans
Made a band cause I had a plan
High tunes for my niggas fried with a blunt in hand
If you ever leave me, hope you die with your other man

Written by:
Julian Robinson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find