Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glide, artist - Peach Tree Rascals. Date of issue: 19.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Glide |
| Don’t tell me what the fuck to do |
| I’m not into the life you chose |
| I’m followin' what the greatest do |
| I’ve got nothin' left to prove |
| Don’t tell me what the fuck to do |
| I’m not into the life you chose |
| I’m followin' what the greatest do |
| I’ve got nothin' left to prove |
| Let me ride in the night time |
| Let me shine when I want to |
| Let me take two more shots |
| Then maybe I’ll talk to, you |
| I don’t really go out much, queen |
| I don’t really think doubts a, thing |
| Drama go up then I go, away |
| Talk down never see my, face |
| If a friend change up, never was one |
| If I hit your line no plus one |
| If she pay me gotta be a hunnid |
| Talkin' bout a hit song I want one |
| Want 2, want 3, want 10 |
| They see me out like damn |
| I came up showin' love |
| Now I don’t see it back |
| It’s cool though, got no kudos |
| No dope, got mine from pluto |
| I kick my vice, I lose those |
| I aim for Mars no Bruno |
| Don’t tell me what the fuck to do |
| I’m not into the life you chose |
| I’m followin' what the greatest do |
| I’ve got nothin' left to prove |
| I got my baby waitin' somewhere in the 209 |
| I got a pistol with some bullets if you fuck with mine |
| I got no hatred in my system why you got to lie |
| Everybody love to talk, nobody love to work |
| Fuck all them weirdo guys |
| I, got my weed and company, I don’t like to see police |
| I cannot be what you want, all I want to be is me |
| So take that shit to the bank and laugh with it |
| It’s set in stone like an affidavit |
| I get sick by practicin' |
| My dream come true, my dream come true |
| By goin' hard when I do |
| Everything, my life has molded into all this proof, proof |
| So call my mom, you can ask |
| Why I want you oh so bad |
| Why you call me when I’m sad, it’s hard to call you back |
| Don’t tell me what the fuck to do |
| I’m not into the life you chose |
| I’m followin' what the greatest do |
| I’ve got nothin' left to prove |