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taelor gray & jonathan baker - vary gee lyrics

[verse 1: taelor gray]
yeah, yeah
keep it rolling
yeah, that ambition got you racing out the chain
got me lacing up my asics ‘fore i’m facing up the change
i’m shaking off the rain like it’s parkinson’s and parker’s
you posted with the targets so you rolling with the archers
yeah we rolling with the marksman, while you’re sitting on a parked bench
is you a bodie or a bark stare
cos really this is shark tank pitching tony stark bank
you saw rank and then you turned successes into shawshank
and got you all star+spangled banner for it
i got nothing left but slandered for it
and all this ambition eating us alive
how ’bout some satisfaction that gon’ teach us to survive, teach us goals
lemme show you what is rich
gimme [?] hear
not just numbers i can flip
not just summers you can chill
stay in school, it’s them teachers keep it real
let ’em keep all that appeal and build it slow

[chorus: taelor gray]
oh we gon’ go high (told me go on high)
oh we gon’ stay low (we gon’ stay, stay stay, stay)
stay low, stay low
we never let a day go (woo!), we never let a day go
cos every time they shut the doors,you made a way
you made a way (every single time)
you made a way (every single time)
you made a way (keep making, making)
that’s how we get there, lord help me get there

[verse 2: armond wakeup]
said i shouted from the mountain top, not because it sounded hot
my solid rock around the clock
found a lot when i found my lot
my mask on singing sad songs, just wanna get my rap on
jesus build my backbone as i build these platforms
was pent up, offended with my fence up
fighting, keep your chin tucked
several streams to keep my chips up
only for so long, i could sit and blame the old me
i’m halfway to 40, blueprinting at slow speed
so though my hops is missing, the jumper never leaves
you get crafty, you deceive, you got tricks, you got sleeves
i’m intrigued
’cause this culture i’m creating, ain’t a phrase or a faze or a stage
while y’all sensationalize your haters
i am going where no other man has ever gone before, all amour
word to chris
drench the crib in prayers and olive oil
i could care less about your audemars
my autumn is hard to call
but i come alive when i call on god

- taelor gray jonathan baker lyrics

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