Wanna hit the throttle
Tryna hit the high notes
Tryna take the high road
Yeah she bang my line
And when she bang my line
Yeah she bang my line
I be countin' time
No can't make up my mind
I don't know where I'm going
I be asking why
Outta time I'm acting shy
I be asking why
God be takin' time
I wanna give it up to God
He know my heart
He know my mind
Sometimes I be sad
Y'all don't really care bout that
Nah they don't care bout that
This just a song, another rap
Now it's on and it's a wrap
I got that flow that tap-tap-tap
Go talk behind my back
But I don't really care bout that
Don't be sounds, be makin' tracks
Don't be sound, be makin' tracks
I don't really sound
I like that trap
I gotta make it up some facts
Ok they like my style, my raps
Ok what bout dat?
(bout dat)
Ok what bout dat?
I don't know where I'm going
Please hit the throttle
I be countin' time
No can't make up my mind
I don't know where I'm going
I be asking why
Outta time I'm acting shy
I be asking why
God be takin' time
I wanna give it up to God
He know my heart
He know my mind
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Wanna hit the throttle
Tryna hit the high notes
Tryna take the high road
Yeah she bang my line
And when she bang my line
Yeah she bang my line
I be countin' time
No can't make up my mind
I don't know where I'm going
I be asking why
Outta time I'm acting shy
I be asking why
God be takin' time
I wanna give it up to God
He know my heart
He know my mind
Sometimes I be sad
Y'all don't really care bout that
Nah they don't care bout that
This just a song, another rap
Now it's on and it's a wrap
I got that flow that tap-tap-tap
Go talk behind my back
But I don't really care bout that
Don't be sounds, be makin' tracks
Don't be sound, be makin' tracks
I don't really sound
I like that trap
I gotta make it up some facts
Ok they like my style, my raps
Ok what bout dat?
(bout dat)
Ok what bout dat?
I don't know where I'm going
Please hit the throttle
I be countin' time
No can't make up my mind
I don't know where I'm going
I be asking why
Outta time I'm acting shy
I be asking why
God be takin' time
I wanna give it up to God
He know my heart
He know my mind
Tryna hit the high notes
Tryna take the high road
Yeah she bang my line
And when she bang my line
Yeah she bang my line
I be countin' time
No can't make up my mind
I don't know where I'm going
I be asking why
Outta time I'm acting shy
I be asking why
God be takin' time
I wanna give it up to God
He know my heart
He know my mind
Sometimes I be sad
Y'all don't really care bout that
Nah they don't care bout that
This just a song, another rap
Now it's on and it's a wrap
I got that flow that tap-tap-tap
Go talk behind my back
But I don't really care bout that
Don't be sounds, be makin' tracks
Don't be sound, be makin' tracks
I don't really sound
I like that trap
I gotta make it up some facts
Ok they like my style, my raps
Ok what bout dat?
(bout dat)
Ok what bout dat?
I don't know where I'm going
Please hit the throttle
I be countin' time
No can't make up my mind
I don't know where I'm going
I be asking why
Outta time I'm acting shy
I be asking why
God be takin' time
I wanna give it up to God
He know my heart
He know my mind
Writer: Alexander Zaffiro
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