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Forever North Video (MV)




Performed By: TJ $uavé
Featuring: Jeri Newton
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: KoRaan Williams




TJ $uavé - Forever North Lyrics
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[ Featuring Jeri Newton ]

Flow tighter than a Ziploc, get right to my shit
I'm on they toes like flip flops, classic shit like the Reeboks
Just re-boxed the packaging, whenever my shit drop
Newtonland with fruits and Xans in your daily diet
Half a pound, I broke it down with my favorite pilots
Travel on my Pivot, I'm running through frequent mileage
The goal is all that matters, so quit the tweeting and chattering
I extended the ladder, laterals turned to collateral
Damage in my absence, so like the Vatican
Jesus rose with the choir clapping hands
And I could've capped a Nick, if the Cannon didn't jam
But that there for another day, North, Maine, Southern days
I really ball where my brothers played
Like suicides, I put it on the line
F*ck the government, your covenant, you not hotter than oven mitts
Just preheating the oven with some shit you never drop
See misery run in flocks, my wizardry turned to tops
The tables ate on by ops, I'm serving like mom and pops
My shorty don't ask for much, just some dick and my heart
Been loyal there from the start, we been riding forever
So if I like and she like you, we gon' f*ck you together
Happily ever after, even after you leave my chapel
This is love in a capsule, this is love in the capsule
Happily ever after
My big brother homie went from Pontiac to Porsche
As life takes its course
As life takes its course
I'm screaming Forever North
Uh, Forever North
My big brother homie went from Pontiac to Porsche
As life takes its course
As life takes its course
I'm screaming Forever North
Uh, yeah
Sunset Boulevard, pull hella broads
Hit the wood, feel the force, we don't need endorsements
HatSzn, no cap, too much dirt on your flow map
Stepping over Pro-Axe, Dr. Scholl's in my Bojaxs
That's a Tesla on a Rolex
And my bitch came from the projects
I keep her at a distance, you know loyalties a process
Don't think that every goose is gone lay a golden omelet
It don't even process, too intrigued with being timeless
Damn, but a nigga can dream
You know everyday life come with every way schemes
You know every other night I sleep with my demons
Tempur-Pedic, Pinot Grigio, pussy on penis
Uh, you know Newton spit like a conscious contusion
Jazz and Trap I'm infusing, and that shit there be on soothing
Y'all niggas live in luxury, but that's just through the fabric
Shit that I can't fathom, a Haiku from the master
Similar to they bachelors, and I can move they tassels
While I raid and storm they castle, just an invasive vessel
Made out to be an asshole, when I leap over trap doors
That sleep on they mom's floor, still reeking of Tom Ford
They peep was in pom-poms
Now it's let me get a six-piece with a wonton
And you can keep the change, I've done that already
When Em was vomiting mom's spaghetti
I sleep with success and bathing confetti, nigga
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Flow tighter than a Ziploc, get right to my shit
I'm on they toes like flip flops, classic shit like the Reeboks
Just re-boxed the packaging, whenever my shit drop
Newtonland with fruits and Xans in your daily diet
Half a pound, I broke it down with my favorite pilots
Travel on my Pivot, I'm running through frequent mileage
The goal is all that matters, so quit the tweeting and chattering
I extended the ladder, laterals turned to collateral
Damage in my absence, so like the Vatican
Jesus rose with the choir clapping hands
And I could've capped a Nick, if the Cannon didn't jam
But that there for another day, North, Maine, Southern days
I really ball where my brothers played
Like suicides, I put it on the line
F*ck the government, your covenant, you not hotter than oven mitts
Just preheating the oven with some shit you never drop
See misery run in flocks, my wizardry turned to tops
The tables ate on by ops, I'm serving like mom and pops
My shorty don't ask for much, just some dick and my heart
Been loyal there from the start, we been riding forever
So if I like and she like you, we gon' f*ck you together
Happily ever after, even after you leave my chapel
This is love in a capsule, this is love in the capsule
Happily ever after
My big brother homie went from Pontiac to Porsche
As life takes its course
As life takes its course
I'm screaming Forever North
Uh, Forever North
My big brother homie went from Pontiac to Porsche
As life takes its course
As life takes its course
I'm screaming Forever North
Uh, yeah
Sunset Boulevard, pull hella broads
Hit the wood, feel the force, we don't need endorsements
HatSzn, no cap, too much dirt on your flow map
Stepping over Pro-Axe, Dr. Scholl's in my Bojaxs
That's a Tesla on a Rolex
And my bitch came from the projects
I keep her at a distance, you know loyalties a process
Don't think that every goose is gone lay a golden omelet
It don't even process, too intrigued with being timeless
Damn, but a nigga can dream
You know everyday life come with every way schemes
You know every other night I sleep with my demons
Tempur-Pedic, Pinot Grigio, pussy on penis
Uh, you know Newton spit like a conscious contusion
Jazz and Trap I'm infusing, and that shit there be on soothing
Y'all niggas live in luxury, but that's just through the fabric
Shit that I can't fathom, a Haiku from the master
Similar to they bachelors, and I can move they tassels
While I raid and storm they castle, just an invasive vessel
Made out to be an asshole, when I leap over trap doors
That sleep on they mom's floor, still reeking of Tom Ford
They peep was in pom-poms
Now it's let me get a six-piece with a wonton
And you can keep the change, I've done that already
When Em was vomiting mom's spaghetti
I sleep with success and bathing confetti, nigga
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Writer: KoRaan Williams
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