Lyrics 50 MPH - J. Sirus, Reason, brandonvlad.

50 MPH

Only big things from here, Young A
Really be North, yeah
Like I used to transport 50K in a Jansport
They wanna put my vision in sandstorms
Put an umph in all my steps, like the cushion
Told my baby to love me with no regrets
We go on and on and on about feelings I can’t accept
And acceptance and no affection
Affecting the way you rest, affecting the way you dress
Affecting the way I pull up, pop that ass up, make a mess like
I think I love you, I confess, like damn
I see your past is calling, and you can pass the blame
I see your tears is falling, it’s just like acid rain
Just cut the cake and say your grace
And when we grow away, it’s just them growing pains
You hit the club up heavy every other weekend
Two-step with the devil, swing dance in the evening
I just can’t connect, I don’t get your reasons
I’ll never respect it, miss me with your demons
Tell my baby that I’m on my way
I can’t do this shit another day, uh
Like I can’t do this shit another day, uh
No way
As I go
Fifty miles per hour, I take it slow
I’m on my way to you, I got some things to say to you
And if you stay up late enough, maybe you’ll get to know
And if I drink enough, maybe you’ll get to know
I always got that dro, maybe you’ll get to blow
And if I’m on the way, maybe I’ll hit your phone
Maybe I won’t, I might not even show
But even if I don’t move in, know she won’t
Where else you gon' go?
You can’t leave me alone, oh
And although I can’t stay, I’ll be on my way (Yeah, yeah, REASON)
Even for today
Maybe you’ll get to know, get to know me quicker
Unclear if we gon' work, but it’s clear that I’m that nigga
Maybe you’ll get to know my trials and tribulations, I been gassin',
I been racin', wait
Racin', but still patient, it takes time for innovations
Gotta slow down your paces, take it one at a time
Show your true kindergarten colors when you get out of line
Baby, your time is done
Similar to Neo, but I’m not the one
For game playin' or that Kanye blame gamin'
I been cruising fifty miles per hour, slow but consistent
With a plan to make some bands to make sure they notice a nigga
One hand up on the wheel, I been cruising slow but consistent
With a plan to make some bands to make sure they notice a, wait, wait
What’s your plan to make it out when it’s all said and done?
Baby, I don’t got no plan B, but I know I fed you one
Can’t afford no speed bumps on my road to glory
I’m just an author telling potent stories
'Cause if I don’t do it, who gon' do it for me?
(The way, way, way)
Came from the jungle, snakes and bushes thorny (The way, way, way)
My whole neighborhood was fans of Maury
Stories of they upbringing
Rose and they came up swinging to make it out
Show you what this game about
Nip been preachin' marathon, so we took the patient route
But what if you could sprint a marathon?
That’s how you stay ahead of 'em, look
I’m just an author telling potent stories
But I must, 'cause if I don’t, shit, who gon' do it for me?
That’s real
But even if I don’t move in, know she won’t
Where else you gon' go?
You can’t leave me alone, oh
And although I can’t stay, I’ll be on my way
Even for today