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russ - ssx tricky lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i been in that mode
some smooth sh+t to drive around to, you feel me?
it’s me (come on)

[chorus]
used to skip classes (yeah), now we clink glasses (yeah)

[verse 1]
mom had a plymouth (yeah), dad had a saturn (yeah)
i leave earth on all of my verses, you see the pattern
gettin’ mat burn from wrestling with my fears (yeah)
saw this all comin’ back when mom shopped at sears (i saw it)
lapped a lot of peers, yeah, i’m showboatin’ (i am)

this diesel belt is holdin’ up thеse jacquemus shorts

and order the caprese and carpaccio

learnin’ how to co+exist (yeah)
you know you got a hit when baddies make a post to it (true)
but you barely drop a song every half a year

my path is clear, i mean at times it gets foggy (facts)
i just have faith and let god be the x+factor (yeah)
the best rapper is subjective, but i know it’s me (i know it’s me)
music notes inside the beads of my rosary (that’s my religion)
this beat spoke to me and i intend to speak back
made a promise to myself and i intend to keep that
[chorus]
used to skip classes (yeah), now we clink glasses (yeah)

[verse 2]
now i’m at barclays (yeah)
cardiac surgeon, i guess following the heart pays (facts)
had to part ways with people who weren’t good for me
i lost myself, i had to look for me (yeah)
wrestle with my edge like booker t (true)
my brother cooks for me, employed him as my chef and my trainer
the gym’s his office, tryin’ to get him some paper, yeah (yeah)
i think the laker’s got a game, i gotta play at the forum
i get a house for performin’, the promoter’s harry norman
i feel like james corden, i got stars in my car
this is a rolls royce, don’t park it too far (keep it close)
i wanna keep my eyes on it, while i’m eating burrata (i do)

faith is a weapon in my +rs+nal, i’m in flight
skin tight leggings, ooh, that booty’s round (that’s facts)
i be talkin’ game ’til i’m old, hubie brown
tryna shoot me down, because i aim high and you can’t? (p+ssy)
millionaire off of music and lyrics, i feel like hugh grant
[chorus]
used to skip classes (yeah), now we clink glasses (yeah)

used to skip classes (yeah), now we clink glasses (yeah)

- russ lyrics

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