I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
Spinning 78's
Stupid hoe, you are fake
I sport a ton of vintage, no Raf Simmons
But I got some Bape
Whatcha say?
I don't pay attention to lames
Get up out my face
Started from the bottom like i'm drake but I'm still here
Imma disappear
It's more than I feared
Imma pass away one day
And I won't ever come back here
I am not endeared
No I am not endeared, hoe
Superrrad side bag
I will fight back
Popping high tags
When will I get my life back
I'm focused on these racks
Counting all this cash I got a green thumb
574 where I'm from
Work it all out till I'm numb
Black on black it go dumb
Where you come from?
Rocking all white ones
And I'm collecting funds
Its so fun
Stop being a bum
Everyone worried bout the wrong shit
Who cares about a following
It's a sadness that we wallow in
So many people growing intolerant
Enough for that shit I'm dropping it
But anyways
My brain is on delay
I constantly make mistakes
I cant wait to decay
I feel sick to my stomach
Its okay, its normal
Hop up in the portal i'm out of here
Pay attention its the premiere
The ones who work hardest persevere
So i'm gonna shine
Cause I'm all about mines
Stop crying and put the work in
Get this bag before you're carried off in one, hoe
I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
Obsc(y)re - Grand Vitara Zuki Lyrics
Obsc(y)re - Grand Vitara Zuki Lyrics
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I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
Spinning 78's
Stupid hoe, you are fake
I sport a ton of vintage, no Raf Simmons
But I got some Bape
Whatcha say?
I don't pay attention to lames
Get up out my face
Started from the bottom like i'm drake but I'm still here
Imma disappear
It's more than I feared
Imma pass away one day
And I won't ever come back here
I am not endeared
No I am not endeared, hoe
Superrrad side bag
I will fight back
Popping high tags
When will I get my life back
I'm focused on these racks
Counting all this cash I got a green thumb
574 where I'm from
Work it all out till I'm numb
Black on black it go dumb
Where you come from?
Rocking all white ones
And I'm collecting funds
Its so fun
Stop being a bum
Everyone worried bout the wrong shit
Who cares about a following
It's a sadness that we wallow in
So many people growing intolerant
Enough for that shit I'm dropping it
But anyways
My brain is on delay
I constantly make mistakes
I cant wait to decay
I feel sick to my stomach
Its okay, its normal
Hop up in the portal i'm out of here
Pay attention its the premiere
The ones who work hardest persevere
So i'm gonna shine
Cause I'm all about mines
Stop crying and put the work in
Get this bag before you're carried off in one, hoe
I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
Spinning 78's
Stupid hoe, you are fake
I sport a ton of vintage, no Raf Simmons
But I got some Bape
Whatcha say?
I don't pay attention to lames
Get up out my face
Started from the bottom like i'm drake but I'm still here
Imma disappear
It's more than I feared
Imma pass away one day
And I won't ever come back here
I am not endeared
No I am not endeared, hoe
Superrrad side bag
I will fight back
Popping high tags
When will I get my life back
I'm focused on these racks
Counting all this cash I got a green thumb
574 where I'm from
Work it all out till I'm numb
Black on black it go dumb
Where you come from?
Rocking all white ones
And I'm collecting funds
Its so fun
Stop being a bum
Everyone worried bout the wrong shit
Who cares about a following
It's a sadness that we wallow in
So many people growing intolerant
Enough for that shit I'm dropping it
But anyways
My brain is on delay
I constantly make mistakes
I cant wait to decay
I feel sick to my stomach
Its okay, its normal
Hop up in the portal i'm out of here
Pay attention its the premiere
The ones who work hardest persevere
So i'm gonna shine
Cause I'm all about mines
Stop crying and put the work in
Get this bag before you're carried off in one, hoe
I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
I'm swerving in the grand vitara
Don't give a f*ck about tomorrow
Call me the desperado
While I lay out my viscera
No one cares in this Era
I'm slaying chimera
Grab the camera
And shoot hella shots
Lay 'em on the table
Writer: Vincent Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid