Sam Stan - Road Trips lyrics

[Prod. By Anthony Cruz] [Swade] Uh, yeah What up? I imagine there would be like a hook here I'm juts kinda going with what I feel This could be a disaster, we'll see how it goes [Verse 1: Swade] Shoutout to my women who be darker than Wesley We know the blacker the berry the sweeter the Nestlé Y'all can stick to the checkers while I'm moving my chess piece And if you got a issue let's address it directly Now here we go, only 24 but I be feeling like an OG like I've been k**ing it since '03 Listen closely, there is no sleep for the grindin' Baby girl, you beautiful, did you need a reminder? Excuse me, back to this loose leaf, I hope this not confusing Just on my Bruce Lee, wanna kick it with ya I'm your protest to your pain, let me picket with ya Sorry you've been dealing with these lames, let me clear the picture This is a clear depiction of heart on my sleeves Some youngins took it as a weakness when they saw I could bleed Confusing weakness and kindness, meekness for blindness Know they couldn't test me but they steady on a**ignment Ha, but how you feel, how you feel? When I'm in your city maybe we can grab a meal I ain't talking nothing crazy, baby, we can split the bill I don't really pack a two but I'm hoping we could build, keep it chill Only thing that I pressure is these beats and these rap dudes No, don't call me Swade, call me Matthew I ask you, keep it real and watch it unfold 'cause in a minute I'll be back on the road I've been chilling' on these road trips [Verse 2: Sam Stan] Liar, pants on fire, I'm burning bridges, taking pictures, think I'm getting higher Hired, I ain't got no job but I've been on these flyers Life is like a battlefield 'cause we all fighters Fighting, and you can catch me in my city ridin' Was in the backseat but now I'm in the front driving' And there ain't no such thing as the perfect timing I had a vision, baby, we was on a private island, maybe vibin', I don't know I know I'm not smooth but I'm trynna get better Trynna be a King, even Martin had Coretta Why you lookin' down for? Girl, keep your head up Now I'm on the road as I'm typing you this letter (Baby please!) I don't got much to say, I just give up to God, all I can do is pray You got a second to think, got no time to waste 'Cause in a minute I'll be back on my way I be chillin' on these road trips