CANINE Lyrics

I needa get away these days feel the same I'm looking outside

All i see is rain all i see is rain palm trees

Show me something else I wanna get away these days feel the same

Looking outside all i see is rain all i see is rain

Palm trees please

Show me something else I wanna get away

You fuck around I make the sound

Influence the music you hearing right now

She light the flame and im writting it down

She light the flame and I ughhh

You fuck around and I make the sound

Influence the music you hearing right now

She light the flame and I'm writting it down

Turn this shit up it could never go down

Turn this shit up it could never go down

Turn this shit up it could never go down

Turn this shit up it could never go down

Ya ya ya ya ya

Carry the beat like I'm picking up weights

Run through the hoe like the bitch outta shape

Fasten ya seatbelt we really aboutta race

I got a 2 door it kick with the bass

Pedal to the medal but I pray to the sky

Would you risk it all put ya life on the line

I'm on the celly swerving out doing 90

Live for the moment leave the other shit behind me

She want a taste of this life well I wonder what she thinking

Give her the night without blinking

Ill hit up Tubs if you wanna hear singing well serenade ya

She want a night but ill give her the week

Couple of days bring her back to the streets

Give her a treat like its bon appetite

She wanna freak in the sheets

Gotta be quick I got places to be

Money to make and some people to see

I really just keep on going up

Staying up late get the paper up

I want the bread you can fuck the fame

Flood out the city like Johnny Dane

You see what I got n you want it what a shame

The envy is kickin I'm feeling your pain but really I dont

Slurp on ya bitch like a rootbeer float

You know that she keeping it open all day like a 7/11

Give me a night like my bedroom is heaven

This is the angel she dropped from the heavens

Feel like I'm Timmy I wished for these blessings

She wanted paradise give her the setting yea

Mac w a velly I'm back in the telly

We back on the road she hitting my celly

Like where the fuck you at why you never wanna tell me

But baby I'm busy you know that I want it

I would if I could but the money always calling

Baby I'm busy you know that I want it

I would if I could