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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Curren$y
Performer
Braden Watt
Braden Watt
Bass
Daru Jones
Daru Jones
Drums

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
(Lames catch feelings, we catch flights)
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Jet life, fool
Turn it up some
(Lames catch feelings, we catch flights)
[Verse 3]
Uh
(Jet life)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
I'm gettin' hella mail from jail, **** tellin' me to, "Kill it"
When they get out, I'll bring them 'round some bitches
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture
Flippin' my remote, same way I do them hoes
[Verse 5]
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door
Real ****, let me make it clear as my windows
No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Know I'm prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
[Verse 6]
Rearview, clear vision, memories of paid dues
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came through
But look what it came to, somethin' that amazes you
Soon as you quit hatin' and hear what I gotta say to you
[Verse 7]
Baby blue sole, these white 11, '96
No retro card came with this
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift
Four door, suicide, muscle car chauffeured
[Verse 8]
Shawty body chocolatey, Russell Stover
Brung weed wit' her whenever I invite her over
Polo sweater, Teddy bear hangin' off her shoulder
No care over here, so we put it in the air
[Verse 9]
Walkin' 'round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere
That's cool baby, but I just got that pool table
We ain't gotta stay away from it, it's all good
If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it
[Verse 10]
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket list
In these bars, I granted this death wish
Legendary lay-up, Jordan with the right-left switch
Hang time, hang glide, stir-fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai
[Verse 11]
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride '87 Corvette ZR1
Took the T-tops off it, put 'em in the trunk, bitch
All gassed up, she been drinking from the pump
That's all bad
[Verse 12]
Tryin'a pass, fucked around and crashed
Bitches all flip, fools tryin'a make it last
Emotional luggage, nothin' of it, I don't check bags
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past
[Verse 13]
Half Rosé, Chandon, OJ in my glass
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum
Doors open like a pendulum, swinging
Rock in my Jetset Emblems
[Verse 14]
Foolish to serve like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon
The car that I'm sittin' in
Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin
Just kiddin', not pillin', just element twistin'
[Verse 15]
From the Earth come the fire and the wind, I'm livin'
Uh, not pillin' just element twistin'
From the Earth come the fire and the wind, I'm livin'
From the Earth come the fire and the wind, I'm livin', yeah
Written by: Braden Watt, Daru Jones, David Willis, Shante Franklin
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