Yeah (woo), huh (woo)
Huh, huh, huh-huh-huh (Yo' tana, f*ck goin' on?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Private flight gang, bitch), huh
They tryna' catch up, they snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh
Eyes getting low and my shoulders is heavy
I know how it look, but I'm doin' alright
Hopefully, soon I'll be over this shit, but I know until then I'ma shove it inside
Momma just texted, "I'm proud of you, son," and I know I'm not perfect, but, damn, I'm tryin'
I went and studded this brand new watch so much, I can't tell the God damn time
Junya Watanabe denim, I'm loadin' 'em up, they barely could fit my thighs
Three-hundred dollar McQueen turban, it's keepin' my thoughts in line
Stressed out spendin' out on retail, but I'm finna hop online (huh)
Your bitch used to them instant meals, just took her to Catch NY
Hold on, give me a minute, I really thought I had found my equal
Still runnin' from these thoughts, I cannot stop 'em, I'm gettin' weaker, huh
Whole gang pockets full of founding fathers, "We the people," huh
You can't leave my mind, I'm tossin', turnin', losin' sleep
They tryna' catch up they snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh
I think that I might go under again, I'm losin' my head, huh
What happened to us? Is it something I said? Is it something I did? Huh
I wish I could help you to understand, but I can't save it, yeah
Big make his ass do the running man, it give 'em a scare, yeah
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, uh-huh
Chauncey Video (MV)
Performed By: Ian
From Album: Valedictorian
Language: English
Length: 1:52
Written by: Ian Smith, Stephen Lewis
Ian - Chauncey Lyrics
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Yeah (woo), huh (woo)
Huh, huh, huh-huh-huh (Yo' tana, f*ck goin' on?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Private flight gang, bitch), huh
They tryna' catch up, they snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh
Eyes getting low and my shoulders is heavy
I know how it look, but I'm doin' alright
Hopefully, soon I'll be over this shit, but I know until then I'ma shove it inside
Momma just texted, "I'm proud of you, son," and I know I'm not perfect, but, damn, I'm tryin'
I went and studded this brand new watch so much, I can't tell the God damn time
Junya Watanabe denim, I'm loadin' 'em up, they barely could fit my thighs
Three-hundred dollar McQueen turban, it's keepin' my thoughts in line
Stressed out spendin' out on retail, but I'm finna hop online (huh)
Your bitch used to them instant meals, just took her to Catch NY
Hold on, give me a minute, I really thought I had found my equal
Still runnin' from these thoughts, I cannot stop 'em, I'm gettin' weaker, huh
Whole gang pockets full of founding fathers, "We the people," huh
You can't leave my mind, I'm tossin', turnin', losin' sleep
They tryna' catch up they snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh
I think that I might go under again, I'm losin' my head, huh
What happened to us? Is it something I said? Is it something I did? Huh
I wish I could help you to understand, but I can't save it, yeah
Big make his ass do the running man, it give 'em a scare, yeah
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, uh-huh
Huh, huh, huh-huh-huh (Yo' tana, f*ck goin' on?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Private flight gang, bitch), huh
They tryna' catch up, they snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh
Eyes getting low and my shoulders is heavy
I know how it look, but I'm doin' alright
Hopefully, soon I'll be over this shit, but I know until then I'ma shove it inside
Momma just texted, "I'm proud of you, son," and I know I'm not perfect, but, damn, I'm tryin'
I went and studded this brand new watch so much, I can't tell the God damn time
Junya Watanabe denim, I'm loadin' 'em up, they barely could fit my thighs
Three-hundred dollar McQueen turban, it's keepin' my thoughts in line
Stressed out spendin' out on retail, but I'm finna hop online (huh)
Your bitch used to them instant meals, just took her to Catch NY
Hold on, give me a minute, I really thought I had found my equal
Still runnin' from these thoughts, I cannot stop 'em, I'm gettin' weaker, huh
Whole gang pockets full of founding fathers, "We the people," huh
You can't leave my mind, I'm tossin', turnin', losin' sleep
They tryna' catch up they snail pace, can't get near me
Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh
He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh
You showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh
I think that I might go under again, I'm losin' my head, huh
What happened to us? Is it something I said? Is it something I did? Huh
I wish I could help you to understand, but I can't save it, yeah
Big make his ass do the running man, it give 'em a scare, yeah
Yeah, yeah, huh, huh, uh-huh
Writer: Ian Smith, Stephen Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid
Copyright: Lyrics © Distrokid
