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raz simone - sometimes i don't lyrics

[hook: raz simone]
sometimes i ride clean with no strap
then sometimes i don’t
sometimes i drive high, puffin on packs
then sometimes i don’t
but either way i let the wind blow beneath my wings
gliding through the town as i see my dreams
the wind blow, beneath my wings
gliding through the town as i see my dreams

[verse 1: raz simone]
unfolds, street stories untold
me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules
and sh-t we don’t wanna do a bid
but them n-ggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again
and i don’t wanna lose a friend
so i ride, dark angel ripped wings
some n-ggas get keys, sip lean to forget things
me, i just think why the numb their self to the pain i put all the weight
on my back and feel the strain
first k!ll and first death, don’t feel the same
two wrongs don’t make a right, but he can’t k!ll again
ash in the tray, strap in the way
other registration in my glove compartment i had to say
i don’t have the t-tle, but the car is in my name
i’ll take that ticket just so we can part our ways
every time i always feel that i’ve had smarter days
’til i get shot at and then wish that i had brought my ride

[verse 2: sam lachow]
how much hate can one kid take?
how much love ’til it starts to become a drug?
how much fame can you acquire ’til it starts feeding that fire?
now look, how much until it’s enough?
i roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud
get that weed smoke out of my face, i need a clear view out
i’m looking up and see seattle in my review now
i gotta leave if sh-t gets messy, i’ma go roll up my sleeve
rain drop pada pat pat pat pat on the hood of my buick
sometimes i’m feeling lost, sometimes i wonder why i make music
but sh-t i’m sticking to it, if i don’t run in my cl!ck do it
i should leave but i’m f-cking addicted to it, it was written
b-tches stumbling out the bathroom still sniffin
d-mn i guess my college buddies all wrapped up and c0ked b-tches
they play with they lives, thinking they’ll die and we won’t miss em
and sometimes i don’t listen

[saxophone outro]

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