FIRST CLASS

Feat. The Crane

作词：Dessy 守一、Gordon Flanders、The Crane
作曲：Gordon Flanders, The Crane

Stay up at the nights
Schedule so tight “bout to catch a flight
Flying like a G6
Got some cavi on the last bite
See me on the news
It ain't something new
All I know is how to keep my cool
Never over-do
Shouldn't interrupt tea-time with my wife
Mind your business and be kind
Nothing to prove I'm the best in my zone
Ain't got nothin' to lose i keep tracking milestones
Look how I ball like KD in Sonics
so smooth like criminal tactics
I've murdered beats all by my own
I sold out shows you still can't be my clone
I'm ready to be known
“Welcome back to my throne”
Still fool around when the pressures weight on you
Oh right on right on you
I'm writing all these rhymes to get me out the circus
Chasing all these times my family is my purpose
What got me sinking
What's so intriguing
Nobody can't stop me from rise above
Just need a little extra time
Before I show you who's arrived
Better catch me on the pinnacle
This aint made up fictional
Dope
Heard they called me goat
Eating all them cheese
Just a man with a soul
Be humble and know the places you belonged to
What about 那几个
难以再想起了
Back then 是谁又搭上流行歌的顺风车
R.I.P., could've been me, could've been you if you don't move
Not being rude, if we ain't new
愿赌服输 谁也留不住
Woah,
The world's not gonna thank you for trying hard
Don't have to be so proud cause you've been trying hard
Bro, why you flexing?
Where you getting that from?
We ain't even paid that well
Look at 你的报表
矗立了 a couple milestones
But is it good enough? 他说 I don't think so
We're ready to blow up
吃大鱼大肉大的 pizza Daddy's home
Dream big, lay low
Dream big, lay low
Dream big, lay low
Dream big, lay low
Me and my brother, we headlining Coachella
Me and my brother, we headlining Coachella
I wanna be someone you looking up -to
I wanna be someone that could keep you grounded
I wanna turn into someone that you love
Forget your loss
Remember you keep
Moving on
“Till end of dawn
Go take as much as little steps you want to become someone you want
Texts keep blowing up our phone
Crane put my cell on airplane mode next to my scone
Yeah I'm the prophet make profits
We harvest you know
Go on and on and on ohhhh
I sold out shows you still can't be my clone
I'm ready to be known
“Welcome back to my throne”
Still fool around when the pressures weight on you
Oh right on right on ~