CANINE Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I needa get away these days feel the same I'm looking outside
All i see is rain all i see is rain palm trees
Show me something else I wanna get away these days feel the same
Looking outside all i see is rain all i see is rain
Palm trees please
Show me something else I wanna get away
You fuck around I make the sound
Influence the music you hearing right now
She light the flame and im writting it down
She light the flame and I ughhh
You fuck around and I make the sound
Influence the music you hearing right now
She light the flame and I'm writting it down
Turn this shit up it could never go down
Turn this shit up it could never go down
Turn this shit up it could never go down
Turn this shit up it could never go down
Ya ya ya ya ya
Carry the beat like I'm picking up weights
Run through the hoe like the bitch outta shape
Fasten ya seatbelt we really aboutta race
I got a 2 door it kick with the bass
Pedal to the medal but I pray to the sky
Would you risk it all put ya life on the line
I'm on the celly swerving out doing 90
Live for the moment leave the other shit behind me
She want a taste of this life well I wonder what she thinking
Give her the night without blinking
Ill hit up Tubs if you wanna hear singing well serenade ya
She want a night but ill give her the week
Couple of days bring her back to the streets
Give her a treat like its bon appetite
She wanna freak in the sheets
Gotta be quick I got places to be
Money to make and some people to see
I really just keep on going up
Staying up late get the paper up
I want the bread you can fuck the fame
Flood out the city like Johnny Dane
You see what I got n you want it what a shame
The envy is kickin I'm feeling your pain but really I dont
Slurp on ya bitch like a rootbeer float
You know that she keeping it open all day like a 7/11
Give me a night like my bedroom is heaven
This is the angel she dropped from the heavens
Feel like I'm Timmy I wished for these blessings
She wanted paradise give her the setting yea
Mac w a velly I'm back in the telly
We back on the road she hitting my celly
Like where the fuck you at why you never wanna tell me
But baby I'm busy you know that I want it
I would if I could but the money always calling
Baby I'm busy you know that I want it
I would if I could