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Now and Forever Video (MV)




Performed By: EB
Length: 4:42
Written by: Ethan Blank




EB - Now and Forever Lyrics




I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

Don't f*ck with me now,bitch I'm too proud
We smoking that loud, can't see through the cloud
You just in the crowd, Bitch I just took a bow
Cause man I'm too high, I can't stand on the ground

We chillin and cooling cause man we too hot
Dropped Surgery Boys, it's bumping all through the block
Man I'm heading for the top, and I'm never gonna stop
Check the price of my wrist I got a stock on my watch

Im wicked like the witch of the west
Which is suppressed, while resisting arrest
I will compress, your mind, divide your chest
Don't need a vest, when I'm aiming at your head
Cause you bitches are toast, we be making the bread

I master my tracks f*ck these industry bastards
Imma charge a tax for all of your ignorant last words
I'm the good shepherd and you all part of my vast herds
Cause I'm a hazard and I lead to nothing but disasters

I'm charged up, always on full battery
I got the grace, like I'm mister anatomy
Thank the academy, it's just my strategy,
Pull up in a caddie, to my left is a baddie
She from the valley, She think she savvy, I'm not gonna be a part of the tally
She get to chatty, she be crazy, batty
Man I got no patience for these bitches from Cali

Wait, hold up, cause I'm not done
All you broke boys just be acting dumb
That's word to my mom, life of a don
Sipping divine, takin my time
Corona and lime, living sublime
Make dope tracks that shatter your spine
Perfecting my lines, Stars gotta shine
Cause I do what I want I'm prime fruit from the vine

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I didn't sell my soul to Illuminati
But I sold it for a brand new Ferrari
Sike I'm not fake like these bitches acting Barbie
That get ass implants for some brand new car keys

But imma buy my own one day
Already got the girl that could walk a runway
Not gonna f*ck up my life with gunplay
Cause I praise the most high on Sunday

If we're being real man, I don't do that either
Always say I'm busy, don't send me to the ether
Should be actin eager, not searching for a feature
And stop spending money on a brand new freezer

But I'm done talking bout sad shit
Cause this life that I'm living like a smash hit
I'm the happiest I've been in a minute
And I'm nowhere near my f*cking limit

I'm in this bitch living life, so don't question my motives
And I'm rich till I die, expensive locomotives
When I crash on the scene, hear foreign explosions
Imma be blunt, dump my ashes on emotions

Guess I came in the game with a vengeance
You just shame your name with arrogance
Imma change the game with some intelligence
So sit yo ass down ass down you irrelevant

Man I'm livin so fly, like a jet in the sky
But I'm done getting high, kiss that life goodbye
I got a girl that I love, pretty like a butterfly
My life so great, man I never wanna die

Specialties my expertise, got an extra seat for this LSD
But don't come at me, less you on your knees
Or imma show you out, that's a guarantee

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets
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I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

Don't f*ck with me now,bitch I'm too proud
We smoking that loud, can't see through the cloud
You just in the crowd, Bitch I just took a bow
Cause man I'm too high, I can't stand on the ground

We chillin and cooling cause man we too hot
Dropped Surgery Boys, it's bumping all through the block
Man I'm heading for the top, and I'm never gonna stop
Check the price of my wrist I got a stock on my watch

Im wicked like the witch of the west
Which is suppressed, while resisting arrest
I will compress, your mind, divide your chest
Don't need a vest, when I'm aiming at your head
Cause you bitches are toast, we be making the bread

I master my tracks f*ck these industry bastards
Imma charge a tax for all of your ignorant last words
I'm the good shepherd and you all part of my vast herds
Cause I'm a hazard and I lead to nothing but disasters

I'm charged up, always on full battery
I got the grace, like I'm mister anatomy
Thank the academy, it's just my strategy,
Pull up in a caddie, to my left is a baddie
She from the valley, She think she savvy, I'm not gonna be a part of the tally
She get to chatty, she be crazy, batty
Man I got no patience for these bitches from Cali

Wait, hold up, cause I'm not done
All you broke boys just be acting dumb
That's word to my mom, life of a don
Sipping divine, takin my time
Corona and lime, living sublime
Make dope tracks that shatter your spine
Perfecting my lines, Stars gotta shine
Cause I do what I want I'm prime fruit from the vine

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I didn't sell my soul to Illuminati
But I sold it for a brand new Ferrari
Sike I'm not fake like these bitches acting Barbie
That get ass implants for some brand new car keys

But imma buy my own one day
Already got the girl that could walk a runway
Not gonna f*ck up my life with gunplay
Cause I praise the most high on Sunday

If we're being real man, I don't do that either
Always say I'm busy, don't send me to the ether
Should be actin eager, not searching for a feature
And stop spending money on a brand new freezer

But I'm done talking bout sad shit
Cause this life that I'm living like a smash hit
I'm the happiest I've been in a minute
And I'm nowhere near my f*cking limit

I'm in this bitch living life, so don't question my motives
And I'm rich till I die, expensive locomotives
When I crash on the scene, hear foreign explosions
Imma be blunt, dump my ashes on emotions

Guess I came in the game with a vengeance
You just shame your name with arrogance
Imma change the game with some intelligence
So sit yo ass down ass down you irrelevant

Man I'm livin so fly, like a jet in the sky
But I'm done getting high, kiss that life goodbye
I got a girl that I love, pretty like a butterfly
My life so great, man I never wanna die

Specialties my expertise, got an extra seat for this LSD
But don't come at me, less you on your knees
Or imma show you out, that's a guarantee

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets

I was stressed last year, that's a past tense
I was broke last year, those were past cents
I paid some dues last year, those were last debts
But now we flying high, riding gas jets
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Writer: Ethan Blank
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