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Elegance Video (MV)




Performed By: Ryan Vincent
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Ryan Sponagle




Ryan Vincent - Elegance Lyrics




Every light here is a life here
In this city I got my sights clear
Throw some smoke for the lost ones
I hope you resting there with God's son
I got a recipe, just be the best of me
I know I'm born to get the gold, I practice restlessly
It's getting cold out, but it's been cold in here
I lost someone in my life and that's just never fair
I can see it now, what we dreaming 'bout
I got my team by my side, we screaming f*ck the clout
Feed a fake bitch Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
I'm gonna buy my sisters home and save my f*ckin' dollars
And sometimes I feel the lost ones in my soul here
I know I'm being guided through the road here
I got a guardian angel looking out
At the end of the rainbow looking down

Elegance, what's your preference
I'm gon' find my way, I'm getting leverage
You gon' f*ck around, make a mess of it
Burn this function down, I'll attest to it
This is decadence, pure excellence
And who the f*ck were you to think that we ain't the next to win
And why the f*ck would you ever think that we ain't gon' never win
We gon' f*cking win

And shit, it's my turn now
Why's it beef when you smile
Break a man's estate, with just a reasonable doubt
That ain't gon' be me, they ain't gon' see me
I'm on top of it all and they won't take it easy
I got a rich soul, how could I not be me
Rich soul, could I not be me?

Ay bless all of you, man
That one was called Elegance
Next up we got-
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Every light here is a life here
In this city I got my sights clear
Throw some smoke for the lost ones
I hope you resting there with God's son
I got a recipe, just be the best of me
I know I'm born to get the gold, I practice restlessly
It's getting cold out, but it's been cold in here
I lost someone in my life and that's just never fair
I can see it now, what we dreaming 'bout
I got my team by my side, we screaming f*ck the clout
Feed a fake bitch Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
I'm gonna buy my sisters home and save my f*ckin' dollars
And sometimes I feel the lost ones in my soul here
I know I'm being guided through the road here
I got a guardian angel looking out
At the end of the rainbow looking down

Elegance, what's your preference
I'm gon' find my way, I'm getting leverage
You gon' f*ck around, make a mess of it
Burn this function down, I'll attest to it
This is decadence, pure excellence
And who the f*ck were you to think that we ain't the next to win
And why the f*ck would you ever think that we ain't gon' never win
We gon' f*cking win

And shit, it's my turn now
Why's it beef when you smile
Break a man's estate, with just a reasonable doubt
That ain't gon' be me, they ain't gon' see me
I'm on top of it all and they won't take it easy
I got a rich soul, how could I not be me
Rich soul, could I not be me?

Ay bless all of you, man
That one was called Elegance
Next up we got-
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Writer: Ryan Sponagle
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