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Distance Video (MV)




Performed By: Tommy Ocean
Length: 1:54
Written by: Jacob Alvarez




Tommy Ocean - Distance Lyrics
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Walking around MoTown, damn I'm feeling like I'm Michael
Wake up every morning wanna wake up to the Eiffel
I don't got time for rivals leave it at that
Flows hit harder than the ball hits the bat
Why you tryna act tough boy, you sweet like Ghirardelli
Take a chance on me and the homies, you flipped a penny
I don't mess with phoneys I don't need another Judas
I'm a hot boy but call me fresh just like lechuga
I'm the waterboy, no Adam Sandler, I got drip
Time for us to shine it's time to flip the switch
F*ck with the K.I.D
Living the American dream
I want my money B.I.G
Like i'm trying to stack the bread and the cheese
Got to keep it low-key I don't care to socialize
Not that I hate people but I be hearing these lies
People say they rock with me I don't know who to trust
Are we just acquaintances?
You in it for the funds?
I can spot that fake love from a mile away
Sleep on bad intentions now i'm wide awake
Going up just like an elevator, no rest
Why you tryna clone my shit boy you look like a mess
I see you spreading lies like peanut butter, you jelly
But i don't worry cause my homies tight like ed, edd, and eddy
But I got nothing to lose so put yourself in my shoes
Why you always tripping when you see what I do?
Just keep it moving i don't need that negative energy
Keep that fake love away
The nicest ones gon' be your greatest enemy
Like a recipe, I be cooking up the most heat
You see I won't switch up, yeah i'm solid just like concrete
Lately I've been seeing friends that folding like some cards
But I blame myself as well for letting down my guard
These people say they love you but they don't want you to prosper
Why you always talking its time to cut you off my roster
When you see me glowing ima find you in the distance
Then you finna see me popping glad that I ain't listen
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Walking around MoTown, damn I'm feeling like I'm Michael
Wake up every morning wanna wake up to the Eiffel
I don't got time for rivals leave it at that
Flows hit harder than the ball hits the bat
Why you tryna act tough boy, you sweet like Ghirardelli
Take a chance on me and the homies, you flipped a penny
I don't mess with phoneys I don't need another Judas
I'm a hot boy but call me fresh just like lechuga
I'm the waterboy, no Adam Sandler, I got drip
Time for us to shine it's time to flip the switch
F*ck with the K.I.D
Living the American dream
I want my money B.I.G
Like i'm trying to stack the bread and the cheese
Got to keep it low-key I don't care to socialize
Not that I hate people but I be hearing these lies
People say they rock with me I don't know who to trust
Are we just acquaintances?
You in it for the funds?
I can spot that fake love from a mile away
Sleep on bad intentions now i'm wide awake
Going up just like an elevator, no rest
Why you tryna clone my shit boy you look like a mess
I see you spreading lies like peanut butter, you jelly
But i don't worry cause my homies tight like ed, edd, and eddy
But I got nothing to lose so put yourself in my shoes
Why you always tripping when you see what I do?
Just keep it moving i don't need that negative energy
Keep that fake love away
The nicest ones gon' be your greatest enemy
Like a recipe, I be cooking up the most heat
You see I won't switch up, yeah i'm solid just like concrete
Lately I've been seeing friends that folding like some cards
But I blame myself as well for letting down my guard
These people say they love you but they don't want you to prosper
Why you always talking its time to cut you off my roster
When you see me glowing ima find you in the distance
Then you finna see me popping glad that I ain't listen
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Writer: Jacob Alvarez
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