(Sixth Element)
Who I'm 'posed to run to?
How I'm supposed to stand up when there's no one there to lean on?
I'm tryna run it up to a trillion and put my whole damn team on
We ain't got good intentions but still f*ck up they'll say you're made wrong
I show my heart need a sling 'cause it's broken
You'd a try to ride a nigga wave without a token
You gotta look your opps in the eyes when you smoke 'em
But murder is the code, niggas died off of what's spoken
The bigger the risk the bigger reward, I need a trophy
All the feelings I have for you is deeper than the ocean
Penthouse in Brickell Miami, we in the ocean
Jetski's drippin', come through wettin' up the floor
VS1's glistenin', lookin' astronomical
Would've copped a Patek but I ain't have time for it
Could've came YSL but instead I came Tom Ford
Could've came Benz truck but I came double R on the Cullinan
(Frrt-frrt) switch on the Glock, the bitch be stutterin'
(fftt-bing) that's the money counter
I just counted two hundred too fast, I gotta vomit now
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci, Pucci, she like raw sushi
Weak flow, spot lit tonight, we gon' fall through it
Who I'm 'posed to run to?
How I'm supposed to stand up when there's no one there to lean on?
I'm tryna run it up to a trillion and put my whole damn team on
We ain't got good intentions but still f*ck up they'll say you're made wrong
I show my heart need a sling 'cause it's broken
You just try to ride a nigga wave without a token
You gotta look your opps in the eyes when you smoke 'em
But murder is the code, niggas died off of what's spoken
The bigger the risk the bigger reward, I need a trophy
All the feelings I have for you is deeper than the ocean
Penthouse in Brickell Miami, we in the ocean
Jetski's drippin', come through wettin' up the floor
VS1's glistenin', lookin' astronomical
Would've copped a Patek but I ain't have time for it
Could've came YSL but instead I came Tom Ford
Could've came Benz truck but I came double R on the Cullinan
(Frrt-frrt) switch on the Glock, the bitch be stutterin'
Ryan Trey - POURIN OUT MY HEART Lyrics
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(Sixth Element)
Who I'm 'posed to run to?
How I'm supposed to stand up when there's no one there to lean on?
I'm tryna run it up to a trillion and put my whole damn team on
We ain't got good intentions but still f*ck up they'll say you're made wrong
I show my heart need a sling 'cause it's broken
You'd a try to ride a nigga wave without a token
You gotta look your opps in the eyes when you smoke 'em
But murder is the code, niggas died off of what's spoken
The bigger the risk the bigger reward, I need a trophy
All the feelings I have for you is deeper than the ocean
Penthouse in Brickell Miami, we in the ocean
Jetski's drippin', come through wettin' up the floor
VS1's glistenin', lookin' astronomical
Would've copped a Patek but I ain't have time for it
Could've came YSL but instead I came Tom Ford
Could've came Benz truck but I came double R on the Cullinan
(Frrt-frrt) switch on the Glock, the bitch be stutterin'
(fftt-bing) that's the money counter
I just counted two hundred too fast, I gotta vomit now
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci, Pucci, she like raw sushi
Weak flow, spot lit tonight, we gon' fall through it
Who I'm 'posed to run to?
How I'm supposed to stand up when there's no one there to lean on?
I'm tryna run it up to a trillion and put my whole damn team on
We ain't got good intentions but still f*ck up they'll say you're made wrong
I show my heart need a sling 'cause it's broken
You just try to ride a nigga wave without a token
You gotta look your opps in the eyes when you smoke 'em
But murder is the code, niggas died off of what's spoken
The bigger the risk the bigger reward, I need a trophy
All the feelings I have for you is deeper than the ocean
Penthouse in Brickell Miami, we in the ocean
Jetski's drippin', come through wettin' up the floor
VS1's glistenin', lookin' astronomical
Would've copped a Patek but I ain't have time for it
Could've came YSL but instead I came Tom Ford
Could've came Benz truck but I came double R on the Cullinan
(Frrt-frrt) switch on the Glock, the bitch be stutterin'
Who I'm 'posed to run to?
How I'm supposed to stand up when there's no one there to lean on?
I'm tryna run it up to a trillion and put my whole damn team on
We ain't got good intentions but still f*ck up they'll say you're made wrong
I show my heart need a sling 'cause it's broken
You'd a try to ride a nigga wave without a token
You gotta look your opps in the eyes when you smoke 'em
But murder is the code, niggas died off of what's spoken
The bigger the risk the bigger reward, I need a trophy
All the feelings I have for you is deeper than the ocean
Penthouse in Brickell Miami, we in the ocean
Jetski's drippin', come through wettin' up the floor
VS1's glistenin', lookin' astronomical
Would've copped a Patek but I ain't have time for it
Could've came YSL but instead I came Tom Ford
Could've came Benz truck but I came double R on the Cullinan
(Frrt-frrt) switch on the Glock, the bitch be stutterin'
(fftt-bing) that's the money counter
I just counted two hundred too fast, I gotta vomit now
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci, Pucci, she like raw sushi
Weak flow, spot lit tonight, we gon' fall through it
Who I'm 'posed to run to?
How I'm supposed to stand up when there's no one there to lean on?
I'm tryna run it up to a trillion and put my whole damn team on
We ain't got good intentions but still f*ck up they'll say you're made wrong
I show my heart need a sling 'cause it's broken
You just try to ride a nigga wave without a token
You gotta look your opps in the eyes when you smoke 'em
But murder is the code, niggas died off of what's spoken
The bigger the risk the bigger reward, I need a trophy
All the feelings I have for you is deeper than the ocean
Penthouse in Brickell Miami, we in the ocean
Jetski's drippin', come through wettin' up the floor
VS1's glistenin', lookin' astronomical
Would've copped a Patek but I ain't have time for it
Could've came YSL but instead I came Tom Ford
Could've came Benz truck but I came double R on the Cullinan
(Frrt-frrt) switch on the Glock, the bitch be stutterin'
Writer: Joshua Antwan Newkirk, Richard Parker Wiggins, Ryan Fulton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Ryan Trey
Length: 2:32
Written by: Joshua Antwan Newkirk, Richard Parker Wiggins, Ryan Fulton