Duffles ft. NKP Lyrics

(Purko)

We lit up the town

Lighters go up

You not buying tickets then fuck that bitch

Addicted to sound 

Throw us some love

You really don't know who you fuckin with

We play this shit loud

Then we pack it up

She hit my phone, won't leave me alone

She just want love

Someone to hug

Someone to trust

But we be on go

Duffles with all of my clothes

Tired with tires on roads

Bout to hit seven more shows

Same friends, different area codes 

LED's light up the stu

Idols all fill up the room 

Cig and it's laced

Twisting my face on some shit I just cooked up with Kruz

(Kid Kruz)

Lost in the clouds I've been dreaming 

I still don't know what to believe in 

1 more shot for the weekend 

2 lit broads for this evening 

Just to get by 

You work hard 

Left your blood in the yard 

Hold up your guard cause your hearts so large

Tear drops fall but the days goes on 

Stay stressed out with your mind unarmed 

Leaning on all of my bros 

These are the people I chose 

The names, no need to disclose 

I know they stay ready 

Fighting on sight and they dropping it heavy 

I'm in the stu and I'm keeping it steady 

I'm living life it's like popping confetti 

Bringing the vibes you know we got plenty 

I'm staying high till my duffle feels empty

Duffles with all of my clothes

Tired with tires on roads

Bout to hit seven more shows

Same friends, different area codes 

LED's light up the stu

Idols all fill up the room 

Cig and it's laced

Twisting my face on some shit I just cooked up with Kruz

(SOMEWHEREALONE)

Duffle with all of these bands

Surrounded by hoes I can't stand 

You hate that I'm up, you a fan

We stay at the top, man that's always the plan 

Cashin these checks like some shoes

LED's light up the room

I sit at the top for the view

I'm always alone, so I'm not here with you 

This ain't a race

I'm in 1st place 

You ain't the man and it shows

Roll me a eighth 

I'm swervin the lane 

You can't live a day in my shoes 

I'm stayin straight 

My money in bank

I ain't got nothin to prove

Takin a dub we don't lose

I'm ballin like Bonds, with double the juice

Duffles with all of my clothes

Tired with tires on roads

Bout to hit seven more shows

Same friends, different area codes 

LED's light up the stu

Idols all fill up the room 

Cig and it's laced

Twisting my face on some shit I just cooked up with Kruz