Dedicated Songtext
von Superlative
Dedicated Songtext
I hope this tune reach the masses
So I can get a little pay packet In
my bagage. Mix it with a bit of spray
Tagging out my tracklist
And all my friends are gassed it′s
Lucky I can press the re-wind
Moving backwards.
Shit it getting too wild
Similar to futile situations
Getting through, nah
I've been up since 2 while making sure the beats sound nice.
Cuz who the fucks checking ya when the food′s no spice.
I originated from the north ends.
But my stance staggered, cuz I walk with the wolves
Leng citrus like a lemon
Be the remedy, sensimilla sending me
I'm getting jelly belly butterflies at 10 to 3
I'm set to be performing in the early hours of the morning
Feeling kinda disorientated in this state of boredom I′ve been up since late late
Doin this from day
I′m bout to get that break
Make money from my take on life
I could keep bouncing on riddims
But I'll give space to my siblings
Open up doors and we′ll get that fam
made Cuz I'm making all the decisions
Putting my self in positions
We put a casual in his damn place
No fan fakes, I′d rather be limited
Buying into my vision
Not following cuz I'm sick
Moving and yeah I′m moving 'em
Took a while to get stupid
But now that my lyrics do this
I'm confident, I confuse ′em
I′m superlative
So I can get a little pay packet In
my bagage. Mix it with a bit of spray
Tagging out my tracklist
And all my friends are gassed it′s
Lucky I can press the re-wind
Moving backwards.
Shit it getting too wild
Similar to futile situations
Getting through, nah
I've been up since 2 while making sure the beats sound nice.
Cuz who the fucks checking ya when the food′s no spice.
I originated from the north ends.
But my stance staggered, cuz I walk with the wolves
Leng citrus like a lemon
Be the remedy, sensimilla sending me
I'm getting jelly belly butterflies at 10 to 3
I'm set to be performing in the early hours of the morning
Feeling kinda disorientated in this state of boredom I′ve been up since late late
Doin this from day
I′m bout to get that break
Make money from my take on life
I could keep bouncing on riddims
But I'll give space to my siblings
Open up doors and we′ll get that fam
made Cuz I'm making all the decisions
Putting my self in positions
We put a casual in his damn place
No fan fakes, I′d rather be limited
Buying into my vision
Not following cuz I'm sick
Moving and yeah I′m moving 'em
Took a while to get stupid
But now that my lyrics do this
I'm confident, I confuse ′em
I′m superlative
Writer(s): Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Rodolfo Franklin, Richard Steacker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com