TØP [Letras en Inglés y Españøl]

Lane bøy

They say "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?

They think this thing is a highway
If it was our way
We'd have a tempo change every other time change
Because our mind's changed 
On what we think is good
I wasn't raised in the hood
But I know a thing or two about pain and darkness
If it wasn't for this music 
I don't know how I would have fought this
Regardless, all these songs I'm hearing 
Are so heartless
Don't trust a perfect person 
And don't trust a song that's flawless
Honest, there's a few songs on this record 
That feel common
I'm in constant confrontation 
With what I want and what is popping
In the industry it seems to me 
That singles on the radio are currency
My creativity's only free when I'm playing shows

They say "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
-Will they be alive tomorrow?-

I'm sorry if that question I asked last
Scared you a bit 
Like a hazmat in a gas mask 
If you ask Zack, he's my brother 
He likes when I rap fast
But let's backtrack back to this
Who would you live and die for on that list?
But the problem is, there's another list that exists 
And no one really wants to think about this
Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality
If you get in between someone I love and me
You're going to feel the heat of my cavalry
All these songs I'm hearing are so heartless
Don't trust a perfect person 
And don't trust a song that's flawless

They say "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
(bis).