Never Know ft. Brock Strother Lyrics

But you never really know though

But you never really know

But you never really know though

But you never really know (You never know)

But you never really know though

Money coming in it's by the boatload

Now they looking like a couple bozos

Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)

But you never really know though

Money coming in it's by the boatload

Now they looking like a couple bozos

Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)

It's the 479er, to the do it all the timer, to the go on bust a rhymer, but I do it from the jump (do it from the jump)

Sitting in recliner, to the wanna get behind ya, to the hold up I'll remind ya, let me spit it for you punks (spit it for you punks)

Finest of the china, to the china's even finer, like designer on designer need a double on the stunt (double up)

Pull into the diner with China's finest, your highest heinous

Every line is sicker than hepatitis, and every night is

Lifting lighters, grab the rifles, shooting spiders, talk to Clydus

Walked inside his single wider, looked around, talked "good timers"

Hopped inside his Honda Pilot, tried to drive it, then to fly it

Booked a right at, next turn, hooked a Linus, burnin tires

Where we headed? Ain't decided

Who's going? Am I invited?

Hitch hiking and riding with Clydus

"Oh boy" I'm excited

Here we go, flying private

Don't you know i'm the flyest?

Rolling coal, stacks the highest

Never know 'till you try it

But you never really know though

But you never really know

But you never really know though

But you never really know (You never know)

But you never really know though

Money coming in it's by the boatload

Now they looking like a couple bozos

Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)

But you never really know though

Money coming in it's by the boatload

Now they looking like a couple bozos

Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low

(Hello? Yup)

My names Clydus, ("Hey Clydus")

I got a problem with not knowing what time is

I lose track every time that I close my eyelids

And right before I lose my shit I find where the pile is (I'll admit it)

Walkin' round pissed off ain't that fun when you can't remember what your mad about

Sooooooooo

Pour another cup and just remember what your glad about

And out for you, girl I had it out

And all that bat shit, I think I could bat it out

Pattie cake it till I pat it out

They told me dream big so I started thinking maybe matted out (maybe matted out?)

I think it's tragic how (tragic how)

My static's turned to havoc now

But that's the only way that I'll have it now

City slicker, country boy, Clydus, signing out

But you never really know though (signing out)

But you never really know (signing out)

But you never really know though

That's the only way that I'll have it now

But you never really know though

Money coming in it's by the boatload

Now they looking like a couple bozos

Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low (You never know)

But you never really know though

Money coming in it's by the boatload

Now they looking like a couple bozos

Saggin' on the track I got 'em so low