Introduction Songtext
von Nick Coleman

Coming right off of the
Hit a two-step ′till I'm on
Let′s take it back to the introduction
None of that, you want to get to the fucking
Few beers in the of the back bucket
Made a few bands now we call it loving
Let's, to the introduction
All talk, we just changing the subject
When I, pull up we get to something
Cold shot to the head like Kobain
Got it, how to get you hooked
When we get rich we gon live right here
Coming off the rip right here
Hit a two-step till we on
Let me get it like that
In a 4 door, pulling up to the curb like that
I could make another rack like that
Coming to your home, bouta flip my pack
Rack it up, never back down
I wanna just get it back, for the feds out


Hand it down, all the game coming for the crown
Thought I had it, never know who gon back out
All of the times
All of the times that we talk and we had on the side
Follow that walk, yeah
All of my shit I pack up and I go to New York
All of the bullshit, bullshit
Peeping out cameras, I never knew this would be all of it
I keep composure, gotta be calm widdit
Nothing else to do widdit
Let's take a dance to the introduction
I keep my hand, never fold for nothing
Let′s take it back to the introduction
None of that, you want to get to the fucking
Few beers in the back of the bucket
Made a few bands now we call it loving
Let′s, to the introduction
All talk, we just changing the subject
When I, pull up we get to something
Cold shot to the head like Kobain
Got it, how to get you hooked
When we get rich we gon live right here
Coming off the rip right here
Hit a two-step till we on