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Marc.Made
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dr. Marcus Carlton Herndon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc.Made
Producer
Jamarcus James
Producer
Leighton Drummond
Producer
Lyrics
Cruisin out Miami you can learn alot
Night rider only time i gotta open slot
Its just me and my solo so da car moving slow
Just enough to duck cops and still feel da wind blow
Whoa, such a warm winter night
Bout 72 degrees not nan car in sight
So I, swerve lanes cus da good drank told me
Pajamas wit da 97s make me feel cozy
Aye, pinky finger extended dats on my right hand
Left hand wheel make my left lean ill
Seat way wayyy back peep da balancing skill
My song on playback third eye open surreal
Its like da middle of da week i cant remember
Figured i, give myself a treat and some to sippa
Singing out loud every song like i wrote it cus i did
Red solo got me in my head
I'll take a tall glass of dat dont tell me whats in it
Just lemme ride out, dont pull me til im over my limit
I'm tryna do it all its just taking way longer than expected
I keep my red solo wherever I'm headed
I'll take a tall glass of dat dont tell me whats in it
Just lemme ride out, dont pull me til im over my limit
I'm tryna do it all its just taking way longer than expected
I keep my red solo wherever I'm headed
I'm somewhere far away over yonder
Back seat passenger no longer in da driver
Chillin, So I refill my electrolyte
Using every bit of data in my megabyte
I call up maybe 1 chick or 2
What u doin later can a nigga see u soon
I can buzz right over to that honey moon
We exchange wedding vows without jumping over brooms
I wonder what u think when u see me like this
Outside my usual happy go lucky type bliss
I, high fist the air
Full knowledge of the journey before me ignore me never i swear
I, won't hold it against you
Pressed paper held close to the end of my pencil
Til the end of my thumbs activate
Spreading grain my brains bread crumbs tend to captivate
I'll take a tall glass of dat dont tell me whats in it
Just lemme ride out, dont pull me til im over my limit
I'm tryna do it all its just taking way longer than expected
I keep my red solo wherever I'm headed
I'll take a tall glass of dat dont tell me whats in it
Just lemme ride out, dont pull me til im over my limit
I'm tryna do it all its just taking way longer than expected
I keep my red solo wherever I'm headed
I keep a red jawn wit me whenever I drive
Whatever I drive, wherever I drive
And da ice cubes only make it better wit time
I'm better wit time gettin better wit time
So if you wit me hit da line, hit da line
And ill slide ill slide I'll slide
Tell dem haters look alive look alive look alive
Tell dem haters look alive, yeah
I'm sobering up
All dis, outta sight and outta mind is getting outta pocket
Haters sharpening their teeth they got a lot to bite on
Always hoping I fail, yet waitin to see what I'm doing next
Fuck if I know
Too high up to take high road
Rain down on you Dylan Dylan
Plant a seed in your BS fresh how I let my bygones be bygones
Niggas know what it is soon as dey click on dat icon
I am, well out da atmos all caps in my caption
All black in my bracket I'm all that and a baggy
Had to cuff the wrist like I pulled up in a paddy
Tryna build out da rough u see da cuts from da jaggy
It's nothin, a couple scrapes couple takes and we perfect nigga
Still pullup like its drive-thru at Churches chicken
2 Piece and biscuit on fire I keep swishin'
Giving you hit after hit I hope Sonny Liston
But they don't, they never do
It's always a revolving door, in one ear out the other
And they wonder why nothing ever changes
Crazy
No surprise you got trouble wit it
Speak my thoughts to da universe hope da Hubble get it
Need a freak good mind and she love da kitchen
Type of ass for every pants she gotta jump to get in
Still come to get da biz after hours of business
Call me when you land or don't call at all
You invoke too many emotions to be not involved
Seems like all we do is missed calls
Completed campaigns press any button to start
Jumping off the deep end from da diving board
Pools filled with alcohol smoke and Tylenol
Hope your stimulated thoughts of me don't come off wrong
But if they do I send my kindest regards
Signed, Marc
Writer(s): Dr. Marcus Herndon
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