Terrace Martin - Pittsburgh (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Tone Trezure) | Текст песни

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• Terrace Martin
• Pittsburgh (Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Tone Trezure)

[wiz khalifa]
yeah, this for the 412, all the rhyming, all the grinding
all the time i do it all for you
cause you raised me, never paid me
and when a nigga needed money, you paid me
mixture with jamaican crazy, you make me
niggas but tell me not to fuck with you lately
but i can’t see, the day i ever turn my back
on where i’m from, there might be some
but that ain’t me
i love you to death, though at times you get crazy
i ain’t gonna lie, sometimes it feels like you hate me
but don’t get it fucked up, i know that this’ tough luck
and true appreciation’s what you don’t get enough of
and you can trust, that i put nothing above you
scream out your name so i’ll make everyone love you
as much as i love you, it shouldn’t surprise you
i rep one from nigga, you know how i do
i’m from pittsburgh

[chorus - terrace martin]
the street lights, keep calling,
i can see the mirrors falling
in front on my face i see him
reaching out for me
the wind blows, so subtle
this is in my streets like chatter
if i don’t take this chance, they might not come around again

yeah, not a new blood in you, but you got an old soul

[wiz khalifa]
the summer you hot, in the winter you so cold
and most people don’t know, that you got a start
when i be on the road, they ask me who you are
never seen you before, but i’m letting them know though
i didn’t mean to leave you out and getting that show dough
and i always come back to you, put my soul in this music when i rap to you
bleed the track for you
yeah, you got a habit of making the young nigga’s dream
take a look at all he got in one bigger thing
for you i’d give anything,
and it’s a shame to say, that sometimes
you don’t feel the same way
but everything’s still everything
i’m just grinding for a time where my city see better days
and i swear we’ll never separate
everywhere i go, i let them know,
i’m from pittsburgh

[chorus]
the street lights, keep calling,
i can see the mirrors falling
in front on my face i see him
reaching out for me
the wind blows, so subtle
this is in my streets like chatter
if i don’t take this chance, they might not come around again

again, again, again, yeah, again
again, again, again, yeah, again

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