Musica de Alamo Records del Genero: Lyrics Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Lyrics son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Alamo Records tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog LetrasFM, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Lyrics, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar su
[Intro]
Yeah (Ayy)
Oh yeah
I try not to take nun' serious for real
Ayy
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
[Chorus]
Baby I been up for twenty-four hours, I’m on a night shift (Night shift)
Starin' at myself in the mirror like, "Am I high yet?" (High yet)
You know I'ma get it, I got it, you cannot fight this (Fight this)
Too much in my chest, I don’t think I can feel my leg, uh (Yeah-yeah)
[Verse]
I tried too hard, tryna get them on this wave (Wave, on this wave)
I came all black, red, gold, I look like Blade (Like Blade)
My wrist in the pot, my mama might complain (Might complain)
I'm on the jet so I can't see the shade (Shade)
Twin, we goin' up
Nigga we good at takin' them pics, but they ain't doin' enough (Doin' enough)
Where you livе at? Where yo’ passport? Nigga showin’ out
I spent fifty racks right now, makе you kill yourself
These niggas goin' out sad (Sad)
AMG reading 120, she hopin’ I do not crash (Crash)
I ain't even tryna fall in love with you, bitch I know you bad (Bad)
I don't even take the time with these lil' hoes, but I take the cash (Cash)
But I know one thing, she gon’ come to me nasty (Nasty)
I drunk a whole pint and I'm just tryna wake up from last week (From last week, last)
That boy be Tweetin' like, "He real but he sassy"
No more less, they gotta pay me to teach you
We got guns, you know where to meet us
We ain't high for none of these secrets
[Chorus]
Ba-baby I been up for twenty-four hours, I'm on a night shift
St-Starin' at myself in the mirror like, "Am I high yet?"
You know I'ma get it, I got it, you cannot fight this
Too much in my chest, I don't think I can feel my leg, uh (Ayy, feel my leg, ayy)
[Outro]
Come on
Come on
Ba-baby I been up for twenty-four hours, I'm on a night shift
St-Starin' at myself in the mirror like, "Am I high yet?"
You know I'ma get it, I got it, you cannot fight this
Too much in my chest, I don't think I can feel my leg