Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whoa , by - Adam Calhoun. Song from the album Billy G.O.A.T., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ACal
Song language: English
Whoa |
| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold |
| We been down this old lonely road, that country road |
| Everybody can’t go |
| Get lost, won’t make it home |
| I say |
| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold |
| We been down this old lonely road, that country road |
| Everybody can’t go |
| Get lost, won’t make it home |
| I say |
| Got a gun in the glovebox, one on the seat |
| Plus I got about a half a dozen felonies |
| More money more problems so now I got beef |
| And I ain’t tryin to box so you can catch three |
| Let it breathe |
| Ok, proceed |
| You a long way from city lights and concrete |
| You could lose your life, get buried by a tree |
| Or you can do right and walk right around me |
| And you could get killed cause of who you standing next to |
| I could send a crazy white boy out to check you |
| Suggest you make your next move, your best move |
| 'Cause out here you ain’t getting rescued |
| And there ain’t no GPS |
| No ambulance, police, and no EMS |
| That’s a lot of pressure to deal with the stress |
| So how you gonna breathe with my foot on your chest |
| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold |
| We been down this old lonely road, that country road |
| Everybody can’t go |
| Get lost, won’t make it home |
| I say |
| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold |
| We been down this old lonely road, that country road |
| Everybody can’t go |
| Get lost, won’t make it home |
| I say |
| Yea I’m violent |
| Violence |
| Riot |
| Don’t like it |
| You keep getting pushed around, maybe you should try it |
| Rather live on my feet then on my knees dying |
| And I don’t mind beef, maybe you should diet |
| Silence |
| Okay, let’s keep ridin |
| Down this country road I’m in the Chevy flying |
| So much smoke, barely open up my eyelids |
| And I’m just hopin I can find where you hiding |
| Let’s take a walk where the sidewalk ends |
| I don’t talk, I don’t fold, I don’t break, I don’t bend |
| You could be yourself but you try to pretend |
| To be somebody else just so you could blend in |
| So where we go from here |
| You’re stuck to the bottom cause your vision ain’t clear |
| I hung with the bottom but they tried to hold me there |
| And now I’m at the top and they swear it ain’t fair |
| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold |
| We been down this old lonely road, that country road |
| Everybody can’t go |
| Get lost, won’t make it home |
| I say |
| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold |
| We been down this old lonely road, that country road |
| Everybody can’t go |
| Get lost, won’t make it home |
| I say |