Текст песни
Talking that smoke but they don't want fire
Cruise through the south like a midnight rider
Gold in my grill and a tank on E
Still make waves when the bass hit me
Chop with the reverb, roll with the haze
Eyes too low, got the ghost in the gaze
Never too safe when you walk my maze
Hands too cold but the heat don't faze, yeah
Ain't no hurry in the race, that's a fool's game
Bus is turnin’ on you, only time that people change
All this fakery, I see these suckers actin’ strange
She ain't loyal, ain't no marriage, ain't no last name
Rather low on change, but I gotta come up
I be hustlin’ sun down to sun up
Standin’ ten toes, haters won't be takin’ me
I'm bout my cheese, I'm bout my bread, I'm bout my bakery
Talking that smoke but they don't want fire
Cruise through the south like a midnight rider
Gold in my grill and a tank on E
Still make waves when the bass hit me
Chop with the reverb, roll with the haze
Eyes too low, got the ghost in the gaze
Never too safe when you walk my maze
Hands too cold but the heat don't faze, yeah
