Connie & Clyde Lyrics

They call em' "CxC", and I know we getting loud

Listen to the beat then take a seat we got a crazy sound

Wanna come over to my place? You know we hanging out

Have a lil' grace, pray a bit you need to stay devout

I said that starshine in yo eyes really got me going crazy, baby

If you wanna stay, then get comfy but don't get lazy, baby

You wanna play some games, get to playin' jus persuade me, baby

If you got sum you wanna say then just say it there's no maybe, baby (aye)

Connie and Clyde

When we arrive

Air this shit out

Take it outside

Keep yo hands where we can see em'

Niggas be dreaming bout colosseums

But I'll keep it real when I say I'm gon' get it

Niggas who get it get it

If you don't, you ain't wit' it

Butterfly effect

Hit us like a fuckin tidal wave

I couldn't help her anyway

Shawty couldn't be saved

Gotta put respect

Since a kid I knew I'd never fade

All the choices that I made

For the price I'm bout to pay (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

What's the way you spinning?

Why can't you see the vision?

Maximum precision

Left cheek, right cheek, im grinning

I talk to big man in the sky

I say "my bad for sinning"

Just in case he hasn't left

In case he might listen

I hate myself cause I believe

We might just be in the top 3

That we might be the next one up

Everyone wanna be rich as fuck

How the hell are you supposed to separate a dream from innocent fun anymore?

Does it make you happy with the pressure of the world is knocking at yo door?

I been thinking real heavy bout where I'm gonna sleep in the next 10 years

Whether or not imma make it there

Whether or not I can face my fears

I'm hoping my legs don't give out because the weight that I bear

If they do, would you carry me there

Hoping soon, it'll all be clear

I'm not the 305, but I'm going worldwide (Mr. Worldwide)

The way I orbit the earth, bitch, I roll tides (Mr. Roll tides)

It's the shit that I spit, I'm a natural phenomenon (Yuh, yuh)

The way we dictate the game call us Genghis Khan (Yuh, yuh)

Let's clear the air, shit

You got me scared, which

Why you up in my space? I'm like a Blair Witch

C'mon, spell it out with me C-x-C

We flowers you weeds, bitch you sour we sweet

Can't fly through space like me, it's time I chase, on me

Keep the pace you'll see this ain't a race homie

Beat kinda cool kinda fine, fuck I'm shit sublime

I'm all la-la-la-la to my own song

Got me boppin' we droppin',

Caleb pen is poppin'

Bout time we locked in

Fuck makin' a feast we serve cosmic dishes

On me

On me

On me

(Mr. Worldwide)

(Mr. Roll tides)

Connie and Clyde

When we arrive

Air this shit out

Take it outside

Keep yo hands where we can see em'

Niggas be dreaming bout colosseums

Mr. Worldwide

Mr. Roll tides

Connie and Clyde

When we arrive

Air this shit out

Take it outside

Connie and Clyde

When we arrive

Air this shit out

Take it outside

On me

On me

On me