My Duffle ft. Thx Yxrd & Jurdan Bryant Lyrics

Look through my IG you see me just tryna get fits off

Put a lil herb in the air man It's time for a liftoff

Came at me crazy I showed you what time it was

Just like my Steve Apple wristwatch

The kid be meticulous and kinda finicky

Honestly we just don't miss much

Spokane raised me to Simba

L's on Monday but on Tuesday we win some

All in my pack-a-back tryna stack M's up

Bench press

Bench press

I'm coming up

Don't look at me like that homie promise

This ain't what you want

Keep sittting that sippy cup

Ain't lit but I simmer bruh

Hold you up do me cold

I'll drop you right back down to December bruh

Yeah, yeah

You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle

You tally regrets

I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through

Yeah

You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle

You tally regrets

I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through

I like riding in the backseat

Rolling up something

Light it but don't pass it

Covid outside I ain't tryna catch it

Again, I had it past tense

I survived but it sent Uncle Pappy

On to his Glory I hope that he's resting

Last time I saw him he taught me how to work the fish pole

We caught some cat and an eel

His country ahh talmbout we finna skin it

And toss that thing right on the grill

I'm laughing, happy that our last memory's forever classic

I'm reminded time is always going forward

Never backwards

It's currency come and it go

But with it I'll never live reckless

You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle

You tally regrets

I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through

Yeah

You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle

You tally regrets

I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through

Yeah

Look

Somebody would love to have a nigga bad days

Back when me and homie used the back way

After class he had a blue rag

A hell of an imagination for the path he chose

He never brag or boast I'm in the back

I'm over this

Shorty keep asking me questions

I'm antisocial hit the pack I'm rolling with em

I'm into stacking a flip

I be investing my time

I am outdoing myself

You are not changing my mind

Eastsiders made me this way

I would put that on my mom

And I would put that on my life

Then go and put that on the line

Look both ways 'fore you cross me

My flow dangerous caution

Some niggas made for a war

Most niggas made for a coffin

I feel mortality often

All of these presidents dead

What is the chain in command

I'm keep that shit in my hand

Yeah,yeah

You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle

You tally regrets

I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through

Yeah

You in your feelings I'm all in my duffle

You tally regrets

I'm tracking all of the goals that I run through