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nyck caution - jet-lagged lyrics

[intro]
yeah, and we just pulled up so you know the vibe
ayy, yeah

[verse 1]
only rules followed is the g code
forever in my duffle, sippin’ pino
flows like water, know the steelo
c+notes in the black chess bag
my best craft reaching new heights, i’m jet+lagged
[verse 2]
for the cheese, watch how the chef craft, the tech blast
how the f+ck i can’t be the best? pass the mic
i’m going forty+five for forty+five miles
i keep my hustle like twenty+threes, i clutch when in line

[verse 3: nyck caution]
throw a bullet through your heart, that’s a chess pass
running through these hoes like i’m metcalf
brand new shades, no lens craft
i thought i had it planned ’til it went south
it was all good ’til it ends bad

[verse 4: chuck strangers]
uh, me and my n+ggas gotta stay on the grind, f+ck the cost
good smoke and do some things to my mind, i be lost
cmos before the heavy strains, scheming on a half a plate
used to bust your ass on them half+a+days

[verse 5: nyck caution]
she a devil in her prada, anne hathaway
i just wanna take you on an island, we can castaway
mix the juice with the tanqueray, now we getting high
i won’t land the plane ’til i get you hotter than a candle flame

[verse 6]
you n+ggas [?] say that we sending [?]
i left this head in sp+ce like the logo said on carrell
i’m not ducking your sh+lls
i’m talking sh+t from my deepest thoughts
n+ggas pressed now like i seize cloth, the piece i toss
[verse 7]
food stain still on my trenchcoat, gotta vent smoke
until i’m wave deep on my ten+stroke, not a pen wrote this
in fact 10:31 looping the tax
attack soon as chuck looping the track

[verse 8: chuck strangers]
i loop the track and sip the henny like the dirty sprite
i ain’t wanna drink, i’m just polite
got my mental right, i’m building on my physical form
lord willin’ i transform, shapeshift, no facelift
we comin’ new, n+ggas smooth as clouds like the bayou

[verse 9: nyck caution]
uh, bad contracts declined, don’t let ’em buy you
bad vibes, leave ’em behind, don’t let ’em find you
switching up the style, same album
give you something to get high to and something to cry to

- nyck caution lyrics

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