Los - - Count Down | Текст песни

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Man this goes out to anybody who ever lost someone or,
Anybody who had a like a big motivation to do something in life,
Man don't let anybody get in your way,
Do what you want to do,
I mean, people laughed
When I said I was going to be a rapper
Look at me now!

Chorus(x2):
Headed for the top,
and we never coming back down,
Taking hip hop
and we picking up the slack now,
Came from nothing
Like straight out of ghost town
3,2,1
now you see us on the countdown.

I got a house in the mountains,
So I'm climbing up the countdown,
People blowing up my phone,
Los where's my shout out
Shhh God damn, quiet down loud mouth
I've got to go buy some shoes that aren't even out now.

Go hard like Viagra,
Flows like Niagara,
Los running right past ya,
Sorry son I might lap ya,
I'm serious as fuck,
This is no Happy Gilmore,
I'm about to shut the game down,
Look out on your billboards.

Almost had a couple kids,
Had to get my mind right,
Homie this is my mic,
My choice, is my life,
Let the cush lime light,
Unbrighten my eyesight,
Shine right, watch back from London
Tick time right.

Kept it 100
With my mass, for the thugs,
Had everybody in a good mood in the club,
Like he's a white dude and everybody showing love,
Death threats on my phone and I still don't give a Fuck!

Chorus(x2):
Headed for the top,
and we never coming back down,
Taking hip hop
and we picking up the slack now,
Came from nothing
Like straight out of ghost town
3,2,1
now you see us on the countdown.

Los I am back now,
Picking up the slack now,
Thanks for the song,
You're welcome on the doormat now
so Just roll a blunt, five dance clap now,
Horns in the background,
Bass high hat now,
And like the breastroke, I will never back down
Stand up guys, get dropped,
Lay back down.

I do it for the Struggle,
I do it for the Tramp House,
I do it for St.Louis,
My Family Friend's Frat House.

So ask yourself is Los the real
shit like manure yet,
Sold out shows he ain't even on tour yet.

Coming from the charts,
This is real 3,2,1
Snipe on top but feel free to run.

Shit life had a count down,
Took too many meds,
Heart Stopped beating,
Big rush to the head,
I woke up dazed in that hospital bed,
Ripped the I.V off my chest ,
Man it's time to get some bread.

Chorus(x2):
Headed for the top,
and we never coming back down,
Taking hip hop
and we picking up the slack now,
Came from nothing
Like straight out of ghost town
3,2,1
now you see us on the countdown.


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