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Chimes Video (MV)




Performed By: PTK
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Spencer Morse




PTK - Chimes Lyrics
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Vibin' out I can feel it head to toe
Dining out book the table let me know
Could be a better lawyer guess ill never know
Bricks, bricks, bricks along the road I paved with gold
I've got petals for the bitches they call me a rose
They tried to bury me but I still rose
Now when they see me its no wonder they be froze
Same price of the gold the shit they are putting up their nose
Cheap thrills, get the bills from these hoes
Mans love to do it when they're hanging with their bros
I keep it real I was never one to pose
I don't need a deal I'm independent it's what I chose
Bricks, bricks, bricks my neighbour got bagged by the PO
Said he met an angel and he left him in a hole
He threatened this banger with a pole
Then he left him with a hole
He's over in county looking for his soul
I saw him skip probation the last time I was home
He's going to prison for thirty no parole
I don't give a f*ck when he gets out we'll smoke some dope
In my city there's a lot of different kinds
A lot of f*cked shit goes across my mind
In my city the only thing I do is grind
Money in the wind and I can here those chimes
I'm in the business of getting people laid
Look what I made I made spend 10 thousand on a safe
Mans will run errands for you then say that you are shade
Work their whole like helping another pave the way
Plastic Support the same way that you pay
Natural progression okay okay okay
Emphatic about the lessons I hold with me today
Momma told me to stop and listen to the rain
Momma made sure I know I had a good brain
My bitch is so smart she loves to give me brain
I lower the boom like I'm a big crane
I come with the boom you can call me ty crane
Ill say it again don't you forget my name
Ask the doctor for some pills say its chronic pain
I smoked so much chronic that I think I went insane
I won't be a slave to the system what a waste
He's over in county looking for his soul
I saw him skip probation the last time I was home
He's going to prison for thirty no parole
I don't give a f*ck when he gets out we'll smoke some dope
In my city there's a lot of different kinds
A lot of f*cked shit goes across my mind
In my city the only thing I do is grind
Money in the wind and I can here those chimes
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Vibin' out I can feel it head to toe
Dining out book the table let me know
Could be a better lawyer guess ill never know
Bricks, bricks, bricks along the road I paved with gold
I've got petals for the bitches they call me a rose
They tried to bury me but I still rose
Now when they see me its no wonder they be froze
Same price of the gold the shit they are putting up their nose
Cheap thrills, get the bills from these hoes
Mans love to do it when they're hanging with their bros
I keep it real I was never one to pose
I don't need a deal I'm independent it's what I chose
Bricks, bricks, bricks my neighbour got bagged by the PO
Said he met an angel and he left him in a hole
He threatened this banger with a pole
Then he left him with a hole
He's over in county looking for his soul
I saw him skip probation the last time I was home
He's going to prison for thirty no parole
I don't give a f*ck when he gets out we'll smoke some dope
In my city there's a lot of different kinds
A lot of f*cked shit goes across my mind
In my city the only thing I do is grind
Money in the wind and I can here those chimes
I'm in the business of getting people laid
Look what I made I made spend 10 thousand on a safe
Mans will run errands for you then say that you are shade
Work their whole like helping another pave the way
Plastic Support the same way that you pay
Natural progression okay okay okay
Emphatic about the lessons I hold with me today
Momma told me to stop and listen to the rain
Momma made sure I know I had a good brain
My bitch is so smart she loves to give me brain
I lower the boom like I'm a big crane
I come with the boom you can call me ty crane
Ill say it again don't you forget my name
Ask the doctor for some pills say its chronic pain
I smoked so much chronic that I think I went insane
I won't be a slave to the system what a waste
He's over in county looking for his soul
I saw him skip probation the last time I was home
He's going to prison for thirty no parole
I don't give a f*ck when he gets out we'll smoke some dope
In my city there's a lot of different kinds
A lot of f*cked shit goes across my mind
In my city the only thing I do is grind
Money in the wind and I can here those chimes
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Writer: Spencer Morse
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