Sometimes I Don't (feat. Sam Lachow)
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โฑ๏ธ 4:12 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
Unfolds, street stories untold
Me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules
And shit we don't wanna do a bid
But them niggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again
And I don't wanna lose a friend
So I ride, dark angel ripped wings
Some niggas get keys, sip lean to forget things
Me, I just think why the numb their self to the pain I put all the weight
On my back and feel the strain
First kill and first death, don't feel the same
Two wrongs don't make a right, but he can't kill again
Ash in the tray, strap in the way
Other registration in my glove compartment I had to say
I don't have the title, but the car is in my name
I'll take that ticket just so we can part our ways
Every time I always feel that I've had smarter days
'til I get shot at and then wish that I had brought my ride
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
How much hate can one kid take?
How much love 'til it starts to become a drug?
How much fame can you acquire 'til it starts feeding that fire?
Now look, how much until it's enough?
I roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud
Get that weed smoke out of my face, I need a clear view out
I'm looking up and see Seattle in my review now
I gotta leave if shit gets messy, I'ma go roll up my sleeve
Rain drop pada pat pat pat pat on the hood of my Buick
Sometimes I'm feeling lost, sometimes I wonder why I make music
But shit I'm sticking to it, if I don't run in my click do it
I should leave but I'm fucking addicted to it, it was written
Bitches stumbling out the bathroom still sniffin
Damn I guess my college buddies all wrapped up and coked bitches
They play with they lives, thinking they'll die and we won't miss em
And sometimes I don't listen
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
Unfolds, street stories untold
Me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules
And shit we don't wanna do a bid
But them niggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again
And I don't wanna lose a friend
So I ride, dark angel ripped wings
Some niggas get keys, sip lean to forget things
Me, I just think why the numb their self to the pain I put all the weight
On my back and feel the strain
First kill and first death, don't feel the same
Two wrongs don't make a right, but he can't kill again
Ash in the tray, strap in the way
Other registration in my glove compartment I had to say
I don't have the title, but the car is in my name
I'll take that ticket just so we can part our ways
Every time I always feel that I've had smarter days
'til I get shot at and then wish that I had brought my ride
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
How much hate can one kid take?
How much love 'til it starts to become a drug?
How much fame can you acquire 'til it starts feeding that fire?
Now look, how much until it's enough?
I roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud
Get that weed smoke out of my face, I need a clear view out
I'm looking up and see Seattle in my review now
I gotta leave if shit gets messy, I'ma go roll up my sleeve
Rain drop pada pat pat pat pat on the hood of my Buick
Sometimes I'm feeling lost, sometimes I wonder why I make music
But shit I'm sticking to it, if I don't run in my click do it
I should leave but I'm fucking addicted to it, it was written
Bitches stumbling out the bathroom still sniffin
Damn I guess my college buddies all wrapped up and coked bitches
They play with they lives, thinking they'll die and we won't miss em
And sometimes I don't listen
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.53] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
[00:14.28] Then sometimes I don't
[00:17.82] Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
[00:20.66] Then sometimes I don't
[00:24.25] But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
[00:27.86] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[00:31.42] The wind blow, beneath my wings
[00:34.15] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[00:37.83] Unfolds, street stories untold
[00:41.42] Me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules
[00:44.14] And shit we don't wanna do a bid
[00:45.00] But them niggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again
[00:47.70] And I don't wanna lose a friend
[00:50.51] So I ride, dark angel ripped wings
[00:54.12] Some niggas get keys, sip lean to forget things
[00:57.73] Me, I just think why the numb their self to the pain I put all the weight
[01:02.29] On my back and feel the strain
[01:04.08] First kill and first death, don't feel the same
[01:06.87] Two wrongs don't make a right, but he can't kill again
[01:09.55] Ash in the tray, strap in the way
[01:13.10] Other registration in my glove compartment I had to say
[01:15.83] I don't have the title, but the car is in my name
[01:19.44] I'll take that ticket just so we can part our ways
[01:23.16] Every time I always feel that I've had smarter days
[01:26.79] 'til I get shot at and then wish that I had brought my ride
[01:29.48] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
[01:31.20] Then sometimes I don't
[01:33.99] Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
[01:37.66] Then sometimes I don't
[01:41.24] But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
[01:44.89] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[01:48.49] The wind blow, beneath my wings
[01:51.23] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[01:53.90] How much hate can one kid take?
[01:57.56] How much love 'til it starts to become a drug?
[02:01.19] How much fame can you acquire 'til it starts feeding that fire?
[02:03.87] Now look, how much until it's enough?
[02:06.69] I roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud
[02:09.34] Get that weed smoke out of my face, I need a clear view out
[02:12.00] I'm looking up and see Seattle in my review now
[02:16.51] I gotta leave if shit gets messy, I'ma go roll up my sleeve
[02:20.20] Rain drop pada pat pat pat pat on the hood of my Buick
[02:22.91] Sometimes I'm feeling lost, sometimes I wonder why I make music
[02:26.52] But shit I'm sticking to it, if I don't run in my click do it
[02:29.20] I should leave but I'm fucking addicted to it, it was written
[02:32.83] Bitches stumbling out the bathroom still sniffin
[02:34.65] Damn I guess my college buddies all wrapped up and coked bitches
[02:39.20] They play with they lives, thinking they'll die and we won't miss em
[02:42.82] And sometimes I don't listen
[02:45.52] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
[02:48.25] Then sometimes I don't
[02:50.92] Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
[02:54.66] Then sometimes I don't
[02:57.30] But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
[03:01.89] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[03:05.55] The wind blow, beneath my wings
[03:08.28] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[03:12.89]
[00:14.28] Then sometimes I don't
[00:17.82] Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
[00:20.66] Then sometimes I don't
[00:24.25] But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
[00:27.86] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[00:31.42] The wind blow, beneath my wings
[00:34.15] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[00:37.83] Unfolds, street stories untold
[00:41.42] Me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules
[00:44.14] And shit we don't wanna do a bid
[00:45.00] But them niggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again
[00:47.70] And I don't wanna lose a friend
[00:50.51] So I ride, dark angel ripped wings
[00:54.12] Some niggas get keys, sip lean to forget things
[00:57.73] Me, I just think why the numb their self to the pain I put all the weight
[01:02.29] On my back and feel the strain
[01:04.08] First kill and first death, don't feel the same
[01:06.87] Two wrongs don't make a right, but he can't kill again
[01:09.55] Ash in the tray, strap in the way
[01:13.10] Other registration in my glove compartment I had to say
[01:15.83] I don't have the title, but the car is in my name
[01:19.44] I'll take that ticket just so we can part our ways
[01:23.16] Every time I always feel that I've had smarter days
[01:26.79] 'til I get shot at and then wish that I had brought my ride
[01:29.48] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
[01:31.20] Then sometimes I don't
[01:33.99] Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
[01:37.66] Then sometimes I don't
[01:41.24] But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
[01:44.89] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[01:48.49] The wind blow, beneath my wings
[01:51.23] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[01:53.90] How much hate can one kid take?
[01:57.56] How much love 'til it starts to become a drug?
[02:01.19] How much fame can you acquire 'til it starts feeding that fire?
[02:03.87] Now look, how much until it's enough?
[02:06.69] I roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud
[02:09.34] Get that weed smoke out of my face, I need a clear view out
[02:12.00] I'm looking up and see Seattle in my review now
[02:16.51] I gotta leave if shit gets messy, I'ma go roll up my sleeve
[02:20.20] Rain drop pada pat pat pat pat on the hood of my Buick
[02:22.91] Sometimes I'm feeling lost, sometimes I wonder why I make music
[02:26.52] But shit I'm sticking to it, if I don't run in my click do it
[02:29.20] I should leave but I'm fucking addicted to it, it was written
[02:32.83] Bitches stumbling out the bathroom still sniffin
[02:34.65] Damn I guess my college buddies all wrapped up and coked bitches
[02:39.20] They play with they lives, thinking they'll die and we won't miss em
[02:42.82] And sometimes I don't listen
[02:45.52] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
[02:48.25] Then sometimes I don't
[02:50.92] Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
[02:54.66] Then sometimes I don't
[02:57.30] But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
[03:01.89] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[03:05.55] The wind blow, beneath my wings
[03:08.28] Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[03:12.89]