Ms. Giplé - Trap House "Ridin" ft Milla Doe Savage | Текст песни

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• Trap House "Ridin" ft Milla Doe Savage

(Bridge) Savage:

We Ridin, ridin
We ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)
we ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)
we ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)

(chrous)
We made up our minds
we chose this life,
keepin it mooovin!

Verse 1:

Lately you can find me climbing mountains, lifted in the Mile High City- just workin
While somewhere in america Miley Cyrus stiiill twerking
But Jay and I don't blame her
The animals will scream loud as long as society continue and try to tame em'
T.S Elliott taught me about my wasteland
March is my cruelest month; due to grieving
Roses dried, hang my closet;just bleeding
Flashbacks, passion and dancing; things we're clinging
Summer forgot to warm us; now we're freezing
Winter neglected to warn us; cold frienemy, how misleading
Now the wolves are howling in the Twin Cities; Allen Ginsberg
The best minds of my generation-destroyed by hood dreams and chemical bricks
Pyrex powder, mixed with soda
Now-a-days every girl's either a model, stripper, or promoter
Dreams of saving lives in General Hospital are over
Or should I say cancelled
Dismantled fiends, hollowed-eyed and high
Sitting up smoking in supernatural light,
but shit that's our life right?
(Bridge) Savage:

We Ridin, ridin
We ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)
we ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)
we ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)

(chrous)
We made up our minds
we chose this life,
keepin it mooovin!

Verse 2:

(yeah)
And the poetic similarities we're on purpose
Literally, oops! I meant lyrically putting you bitches in hearses
And I make it worse by spittin on your instrumentals, hooks, and verses
I pray for luxury cuz, Goddamn, my fam deserve it!
As a young girl I wanted to be a director, and a writer
I just wanna leave my name in the foundation of the game
Not for the fame; for my daddy, my mama, my sisters, my lover, and my brothers!
Plus a hot 32 a creative video on youtube, will escort you to the money faster
They may not appreciate my dedication now; but 5 mixtapes later, they'll thank my here after
And all these twitter fiends follow me, because I'm reachin
I just wonder how many of em follow the pastors preaching?
Stacy had the right question; there's gotta be more to this life
Or are we all destined to stifle in our own strife?
So much on my mind; whoa!
Where did my hours go?
Loosing so much sleep
Am I following my dreams or wasting my time?
I need to unwind
If I stop running now will my drams catch up to me?
I fear I'm too far behind than where I'm supposed to be.
My A.D.D dream of a life of no routines
So I fire trees constantly
Lingeringly living leisurely on cloud 9, windows up when I ride until the angels come to comfort me

(Bridge) Savage:

We Ridin, ridin
We ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)
we ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)
we ridin, ridin
(all day, all night)

(chrous)
We made up our minds
we chose this life,
keepin it mooovin!

Verse 3:

I discovered a few snakes in the grass
I aint hit em yet,
Its funny to see them piss and hiss
when they see the lawn mower pass
I'll admit my brain's a lil defected
I'll easily Kanye your Taylor Swift; take your 15 minutes and wreck it
My hustle my struggle respect it
I ain't computer "pref" but my Microsoft words are a solid investment
Little Ms. Giplé
and I don't play
when I'm on the mic
like Superman my weaknesses are those Louise Lanes and that kyrptonite
like propane my voice ignites
for you dumb lames
step back thats my advice
cuz I set flames
to boojie dames
who claim, they run the game
though your ass shot got my fame
than you got talent
that shit off-balance
And I wont be grimed to dim my light for no o

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