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Statik Selektah - Round Trip REACTION/REVIEW
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
DJ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You know, Statik Selektah, uh Young Gerald Shout out Mike (shout, shout) Let's go (Statik Selektah) Yeah It's been a minute since I took some time To just chill and hit the lab alone Normally, tag-alongs tag along So pardon me in case I babble on No matter what beat that I'm rapping on Just give me a mic, turn the Apple on Was doubting myself in the lab I forgot who I was until I put the 'These Things Happen' on My demons are deep in the dark now My angels are playing the harp now I split it and break the cigar down I'm chilling just playing my part now We're ten thousand miles from the start now We're ten thousand hours apart now I trust myself, went with my instincts I followed it, look what my heart found 2006, we taking Bart down To downtown hittin' licks when it's dark out Until I got locked up and caught now With my bro like, "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" Fast-forward and I'm a big star now Spider-Man climbing the charts now You don't put no fear in me Nobody lyrically near to me making my heart pound I know I'm highly unusual I know sometimes I'm confusing you Talking fast, hope I'm not losing you Like, "Rappidy-rappidy, bloo-doo-doo" This industry's crazy if you only knew About half the shit they try to do to you It's not many people who know me, like really the real me There's only a few of you Whole lot of yes-men around me Telling me, "Yeah, that shit's fire, bro" Trust I can tell when you lying though You work for me, you could get fired, bro My phone ringing, I got a higher calling I'm high but I'm tryna climb higher though I work so much, they thinking I'm a robot Different, it's just how I'm wired though 50K just for the charter jet Gulfstream, this ain't no started jet Aim for the stars, see how far you get But you ain't Drake, you ain't the Cartier Followed the blueprints Shawn Carter set Draw it out loud like an architect But sometimes when I go compare myself I feel like I ain't even started yet, fuck Writing this verse while I'm pacing this rug In it for life, ain't no faking its love They wonder why Gerald stays in the club But if this shit gets you high then I'm taking this drug Therapist said there's a hole in my chest I hope one day, I'll finally replace it with love They said that this shit gon' come back to bite you Be careful, karma's impatient instead Had a dream, I'm a dreamer When I focus on reality Had a dream of living wealthy and making it big I'm a dreamer Had a dream of living wealthy and making it big I'm a dreamer
Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Gerald Gillum, Brian Massaka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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