Crashing Songtext
von Lute

Niggas weird, I stick to, minding my business
You never walked in my shoes, who asked your opinion?
They′ll judge how you get it, but fuck it, I did it
You talk it, I live it
Tables turned, niggas jealous, my life at a pivot
Slamming doors down on four, put the galaxy on sixes
Throwing folds out the window, reciting my scriptures
Left niggas in 2018, they couldn't see the picture

Now my blessin′s 2020, nigga, couldn't be no clearer, respec' on my name
A1 since day one, give a fuck ′bout the fame
How you say I changed when yourself ain′t the same?
Niggas be lamе, typing with your fingers, won't at me, my name
But latеly I′ve been trying to keep my conscious clean
Now I'm on a bigger screen, different color schemes on the bigger things
This is how it look when you follow your dreams
This is how it look when you follow your dreams


(Crashing)
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Stuck in my ways but lately I′ve been in control of my own faith
Had to let you go for my own sake
Had to see the view for my own team
Took some time to get out my crawlspace

Let that sage burn, good vibes only, open a window
Courts in my corner, like I'm Thanos
Show my daughter that it′s more to life than Jo-Jo Siwa and plato
Never chase the green to the point that you end up like Cato
I know this going over your head, but it's okay though
See me on top, but got some niggas in the cut like Fredo
I cut some niggas off I still pray for, 'cause love is valid
You know solid like potato salad
I don′t want it if it ain′t a challenge


Best things in life never come that easy
Without you there is no me, I know that's kinda cheesy
If I told you how I felt you probly wouldn′t believe me
All these years, yet you still can't find a way to see me
Who would′ve thought somebody kids would wanna grow up to be me?
Sun on my face, while my nappy hair grow so freely
Who would've thought that I would finally love the way I see me?
Who would′ve thought that I would finally love the way I see me?

(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)
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Stuck in my ways but lately I've been in control of my own faith
Had to let you go for my own sake
Had to see the view for my own team
Took some time to get out my crawlspace

(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)
(Crashing)

That's it (crashing)
But I took enough for a beat
Go, man, pick ′em up, can′t be sad