Critical Path Songtext
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Critical Path Songtext
My whole life
I been around dope dealer
Money getter
Made me wanna get the cheddar
Stacking bands ′til I'm fed up
Keep my head up
′Til I see myself with my brother
Living in a dream
'Til all my team supreme
'Til all I need is a fucking money counting machine
Man this ain′t a joke
I will sell coke before I go broke
I need to flex before I get smoked
They wanna know what′s on my mind
They wanna know what's on my mind
Can′t even tell you if I tried
Can't even tell you if I tried
I wanna know what′s on your mind
I wanna know what's on your mind
Girl will you tell me
I won′t leave it
I wanna know your deepest feelings
Your so sorry
Need to mean it
In the end I won't be bleeding
I need to cash out just to stunt
When I'm gone don′t call I′m done
I wanna show 'em I was no one
Give ′em hope
Yeah give 'em reasons
Came a long way
Nobody felt us
Six and IC don′t fuck the name up
My whole life
I been around dope dealer
Money getter
Made me wanna get the cheddar
Stacking bands 'til I′m fed up
Keep my head up
'Til I see myself with my brother
Living in a dream
'Til all my team supreme
′Til all I need is a fucking money counting machine
Man this ain′t a joke
I will sell coke before I go broke
I need to flex before I get smoked
I been around dope dealer
Money getter
Made me wanna get the cheddar
Stacking bands ′til I'm fed up
Keep my head up
′Til I see myself with my brother
Living in a dream
'Til all my team supreme
'Til all I need is a fucking money counting machine
Man this ain′t a joke
I will sell coke before I go broke
I need to flex before I get smoked
They wanna know what′s on my mind
They wanna know what's on my mind
Can′t even tell you if I tried
Can't even tell you if I tried
I wanna know what′s on your mind
I wanna know what's on your mind
Girl will you tell me
I won′t leave it
I wanna know your deepest feelings
Your so sorry
Need to mean it
In the end I won't be bleeding
I need to cash out just to stunt
When I'm gone don′t call I′m done
I wanna show 'em I was no one
Give ′em hope
Yeah give 'em reasons
Came a long way
Nobody felt us
Six and IC don′t fuck the name up
My whole life
I been around dope dealer
Money getter
Made me wanna get the cheddar
Stacking bands 'til I′m fed up
Keep my head up
'Til I see myself with my brother
Living in a dream
'Til all my team supreme
′Til all I need is a fucking money counting machine
Man this ain′t a joke
I will sell coke before I go broke
I need to flex before I get smoked
Writer(s): Yanick Lariviere Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
