Hold it a minute
Gold on my neck I'm frozen
I'm floating like an emotion
Inhibition in my bones
Think that I'm feeling it
Floating over the ocean
Feel the motion, I'm overly in it
So city living
So chill, so fly
Never so so
Only so dope
'Till I die
Tell 'em all
Timmy Turner with the wishes for bitches and the mansions
Wanna do this for a living
(I do)
Dreams come true when you put in all the overtime
Overly focused on mines
Always been hoping that I'm
Special with the pens and pencils
Swear to god I've heard a hundred thousand instrumentals
Exponential with improvements all my friends said I'm losing
I was only learning though
Eyes fixed on convertibles
Not the negatives
Never heard a more motivating sentence than "you suck"
Swear to god my people never tell me that enough
Swear to god I only excited when it's tough
Swear to god the worst insults make me blush
Now I manhandle shit I couldn't even touch
(Yuh)
Work ethic
Burned bridged
Hard headed
Exertion
I made my words fermented
So nasty
Olfactory blast from the backseat
Upgrade to the Mac with the flat screen TV studio vibe
Chauffeur no taxi
Started the LLC now the government tax me
I remember getting cash, B
Got sick of paying checks for the studio time
Bought space
Built a full studio inside ourselves with no help
So don't tell me
That you cant go big and you cant life free homie
(Live free... why did I say life free)
Cant wake up im dreaming
But who's really sleeping
Cant wake up im dreaming
But who's really sleeping
Oh, ohoh
Oh, ohoh
Thinking clear
Ya'll hitters don't ever seem to compare
What are you screaming I'm right here
Turn into Freddy like nightmares
Sparks in charge
What'chu mean, I've always been a god
Trying to make bread trying to make it multiply
Breathing in air don't mean you're alive
Stars in the sky
Uh
The music the remedy
Illest with melody
F*ck is you telling me
Catching a felony
Flexing on enemies
They paying the penalties with the cost
Rosay shit, I turned into the boss
Kyrie shit I should be wearing a cross
One hand shit I'm Randy to the Moss
Ain't ever been exhausted
Yeah
The Tea Sage - Cruise Control (feat. Tony Sparks & LowFlyer) Lyrics
The Tea Sage - Cruise Control (feat. Tony Sparks & LowFlyer) Lyrics
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Hold it a minute
Gold on my neck I'm frozen
I'm floating like an emotion
Inhibition in my bones
Think that I'm feeling it
Floating over the ocean
Feel the motion, I'm overly in it
So city living
So chill, so fly
Never so so
Only so dope
'Till I die
Tell 'em all
Timmy Turner with the wishes for bitches and the mansions
Wanna do this for a living
(I do)
Dreams come true when you put in all the overtime
Overly focused on mines
Always been hoping that I'm
Special with the pens and pencils
Swear to god I've heard a hundred thousand instrumentals
Exponential with improvements all my friends said I'm losing
I was only learning though
Eyes fixed on convertibles
Not the negatives
Never heard a more motivating sentence than "you suck"
Swear to god my people never tell me that enough
Swear to god I only excited when it's tough
Swear to god the worst insults make me blush
Now I manhandle shit I couldn't even touch
(Yuh)
Work ethic
Burned bridged
Hard headed
Exertion
I made my words fermented
So nasty
Olfactory blast from the backseat
Upgrade to the Mac with the flat screen TV studio vibe
Chauffeur no taxi
Started the LLC now the government tax me
I remember getting cash, B
Got sick of paying checks for the studio time
Bought space
Built a full studio inside ourselves with no help
So don't tell me
That you cant go big and you cant life free homie
(Live free... why did I say life free)
Cant wake up im dreaming
But who's really sleeping
Cant wake up im dreaming
But who's really sleeping
Oh, ohoh
Oh, ohoh
Thinking clear
Ya'll hitters don't ever seem to compare
What are you screaming I'm right here
Turn into Freddy like nightmares
Sparks in charge
What'chu mean, I've always been a god
Trying to make bread trying to make it multiply
Breathing in air don't mean you're alive
Stars in the sky
Uh
The music the remedy
Illest with melody
F*ck is you telling me
Catching a felony
Flexing on enemies
They paying the penalties with the cost
Rosay shit, I turned into the boss
Kyrie shit I should be wearing a cross
One hand shit I'm Randy to the Moss
Ain't ever been exhausted
Yeah
Gold on my neck I'm frozen
I'm floating like an emotion
Inhibition in my bones
Think that I'm feeling it
Floating over the ocean
Feel the motion, I'm overly in it
So city living
So chill, so fly
Never so so
Only so dope
'Till I die
Tell 'em all
Timmy Turner with the wishes for bitches and the mansions
Wanna do this for a living
(I do)
Dreams come true when you put in all the overtime
Overly focused on mines
Always been hoping that I'm
Special with the pens and pencils
Swear to god I've heard a hundred thousand instrumentals
Exponential with improvements all my friends said I'm losing
I was only learning though
Eyes fixed on convertibles
Not the negatives
Never heard a more motivating sentence than "you suck"
Swear to god my people never tell me that enough
Swear to god I only excited when it's tough
Swear to god the worst insults make me blush
Now I manhandle shit I couldn't even touch
(Yuh)
Work ethic
Burned bridged
Hard headed
Exertion
I made my words fermented
So nasty
Olfactory blast from the backseat
Upgrade to the Mac with the flat screen TV studio vibe
Chauffeur no taxi
Started the LLC now the government tax me
I remember getting cash, B
Got sick of paying checks for the studio time
Bought space
Built a full studio inside ourselves with no help
So don't tell me
That you cant go big and you cant life free homie
(Live free... why did I say life free)
Cant wake up im dreaming
But who's really sleeping
Cant wake up im dreaming
But who's really sleeping
Oh, ohoh
Oh, ohoh
Thinking clear
Ya'll hitters don't ever seem to compare
What are you screaming I'm right here
Turn into Freddy like nightmares
Sparks in charge
What'chu mean, I've always been a god
Trying to make bread trying to make it multiply
Breathing in air don't mean you're alive
Stars in the sky
Uh
The music the remedy
Illest with melody
F*ck is you telling me
Catching a felony
Flexing on enemies
They paying the penalties with the cost
Rosay shit, I turned into the boss
Kyrie shit I should be wearing a cross
One hand shit I'm Randy to the Moss
Ain't ever been exhausted
Yeah
Writer: Berthony Henri, Joseph Campo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid