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chasing the sun - middle child lyrics

[verse 1: chase]
this one right here for the flow biters, get ya dome dotted, yea you know i’m bout it
if ya hoe body like a c0ke bottle then she ridin wit me like the copilot
got some ice on the collarbone rock it a la mode, i cannot condone f-ckin with the kid, i i should split a wig, raise ya eyebrows talkin’ bout the chrome
i been in the zone since 2016, nice up at the show but a n-gga spit mean
i don’t really know how you talkin bout me, witcha h&m boots and ya skinny ripped jeans
when ya get reezy with c dub it ain’t no way
for that weak sh-t you think of to get one play
hit a stain on a beat we had stole from cole
with a verse that we wrote in one day

[verse 2: sunrey]
i don’t got no diamonds on the wrist, but still i got the ice all in my veins
i be out in public all polite kinda shy, wait
sike b-tch i lied
get me on a mic i’m not that nice of guy
make like a german shepherd with no muzzle on, ooh
you can feel the metal from the muzzle on you
these rappers really start to get on my nerves
can’t you see i’m busy now run along shoo
run em all through how to rap
i wanna see em do well, i’m the coolest dad
how many bars are cappin, i’m losing track
hardest part of your track’s the producer tag
put my money on that like i’m shooting cr-ps
b-tch i’m right on your head like newton’s apple
three’s a crowd, two’s the max
chase the sun, make your whole
crew look wack, easy

[verse 3: chase]
i been abusin tracks before yo goofy was even through wit usin pampers
who’s that b-st-rd cruisin in the lac, it’s
zoom then rrat ya crew’s reduced to caspers
pull ya card, i’m through wit booster packs
tell her lose the bra i’m choosy wit the straps
on the moon we walked, but soon the coup de grace
tell ‘em shoot the stars is up next

[verse 4: sunrey]
you know what time it is
two oh one nine
two of the finest young
shooters alive
come thru every time you
-ssumed we was truant
to loot off these rappers and ruin they shine
no disrespect, big up to jermaine
give us til next year, you’ll know our names cause
we sick and tired of
being middle child
we dont get no love
but that sh-ts bout to change
b-tch

- chasing the sun lyrics

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