Bmxxing Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, listen, let's roll somethin' up

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm tryna skate through life, so I been on my grind
Fifty-fifty chance I'll land on my feet, and that's fine
Life was always a gamble, so as long as I can readjust my bearings
I'll be good for these street rides, no street signs
Followed my heart to where the sun in the east rise
Away from nights where all I could do was eat fries
Always been bipolar if I rewind
Footage throwin' up middle fingers and a peace sign
Handlebars like I ride BMX
But I handle my emotions like I got PMS
'Cause growin' up there wasn't episodes on PBS
Explainin' how to raise the children that got PTS
Not every life can be saved by the EMS
And there's damage in my brain from these EMF's
God knows it's been a rough ride like DMX
We still pull up twenty deep like we BMF
Marriage ain't the only promise you should keep 'til death
Loyalty is worth more than any degree of success
Yes, I would trade in every single one of my checks
Before I stop reppin' this city on my Mitchell & Ness
[Chorus]
Uh, in the nighttime havin' daydreams like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Didn't have a lifeline, turnin' eighteen like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Probably should've flatlined, but I'm still fine like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Even at the crash site, I can still fly like
(Da-da-da-da-da; yeah)

[Verse 2]
Summertime's never really hit
Because I've been workin' jobs since a little kid Always been too tall, my clothes couldn't fit
Closest I've been to havin' dollars was listenin' to 50 Cent
But with this pen, I've killed many men
I'm tryna go international from this minivan
The A/C broke, but still, let me vent
Bought a keyboard to make beats, but spent the rent
Forgot I had a blunt in my pocket, and now it's bent
Probably stuck between my gun and a ball of lint
Wish I was a baller, but instead I'm on a bench
Stuck with memories of dad callin' mom a bitch
Common sense knows I won't be an athlete
And no girls gonna want me with this acne
Absorbin' negative vibes, I'm attractin'
Started rappin', and all of a sudden got a rap sheet
Last week in the cop car in the backseat
Watchin' a familiar face that I knew pass me
Jealousy drainin' my energy just like a gas leak
Actin' like I'm Leo, if you all ask me, I am Great Gatsby, yeah
[Chorus]
Uh, in the nighttime havin' daydreams like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Didn't have a lifeline, turnin' eighteen like
(Da-da-da-da-da)
Probably should've flatlined, but I'm still fine like
(Da-da-da-da-da; uh)
Even at the crash site, I can still fly like (BNYX)

[Outro]
Uh, uh, keep goin' like da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, life sucks sometimes, f*ck it, da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep goin' like da-da-da-da-da
Mm-mm

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