This is an exclusive Hollywood ready banger made by Dean Chatham on his way to Los Angeles, California to relocate.
lyrics
Hook:
We going
Up, right now, X8
I know you're going to feel it, I know X4
It’s like everybody sees it, X2
You just focus on believing, X2
I, won’t let up X3
Let up X2/ X2
Verse 1:
I let it come,
No longer do I push, yeah,
I’m having fun,
I’m calmer than I look/
I teach kids,
Mostly black skinned,
No books,
We learn when the speakers blasting
Those hooks/
Come against the boss,
that’s stupid,
We’ll give you a job,
If we find good usage/
I can build a bridge,
From ya mind, to my mind,
Sanity, bye-bye,
Rocket ship, mile high/
Fly high, fly high,
Don’t be too focused on the screen man,
On my mommy, and lil baby chance, we eating,
I appreciate new people who I’m meeting,
I can only see the truth, I don’t pretend/
Deep trance,
In a deep stance,
Bet I keep these bands,
In elite pants,
Freelance,
See man, I delete plans,
Cause any given day, I go, and see France,
And you call this flowing stupid/
Cause it keep playing/