Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live From The Villa , by - Russ. Release date: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Live From The Villa |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Never throwin' in the towel, I just use it to wipe the sweat off |
| And get back in the ring and knock your head off, I’m well off |
| But I redistribute like a socialist |
| You get a house, you get a car, I’m on some Oprah shit |
| And could you focus if your parents goin' through it? |
| And you tryna make a hit to save 'em in the other room |
| It’s pressure that’s gon' either make you pop or make you pop |
| My mama cried a lot, I made it stop, we on a yacht |
| She always gives me game, gives me gems I don’t question |
| Like give without remembering, receive without forgetting |
| Disarm 'em with your charm, use your kindness as a weapon |
| Everyone you meet, be a blessing, not a lesson |
| Okay, I got you |
| So many women that my new girl is old news |
| 'Cause I need more than eye candy, I need soul food |
| Until then, I’m just slangin' it |
| I got your women upside down doin' stranger things |
| I see a lot of skeptics, lot of doubters, but I’m smart |
| I know that y’all are really just dreamers with broken hearts |
| Feelin' inadequate, that’s why you doin' so much talkin' |
| 'Cause the path that I been blazin', you’re incapable of walkin' |
| Y’all be goin' nowhere fast, here’s some advice you should heed |
| Directions way more important than speed |
| This is Singapore suites, Jerry Springer war freaks |
| In the meeting with Epic, I sat in Sickamore’s seat |
| That was 2016, though, now I need Rob Stringer’s job |
| CEO of the whole shit, I’m on some boss shit |
| Every office I walk in knows this, it’s unspoken, yeah |
| Artists are martyrs, you want us to feel the pain |
| So that we can make a song that make y’all say that you relate |
| At the cost of our mental health, though, that’s a sacrifice |
| Money doesn’t change you, it just magnifies |
| If you have a vice, it’s just maximized |
| I’m either gettin' pussy or makin' hits, the only shit that cures my appetite |
| But I get hungry often, I got my twenties poppin' |
| Smokin' Moroccan hash, makin' a lot of cash |
| While all these dummies comment |
| 'Bout how they’d do it if they were in my position |
| But you’re not, you’re mediocre, and you lack the ambition |
| Plus you lack the persistence, not to mention the intrinsic |
| Motivation that it takes to even chase after a vision |
| That only you can see, that only you believe |
| So watch your tone, you’re not even you enough to fuck with me |
| Don’t come for me, it’s Russ, bitch |
| Anybody real always fucks with me, it’s up, bitch |
| I ain’t goin' nowhere, y’all are stuck with me |
| Livin' the dream was worth the chase |
| Just bought my mom a Rolex and it’s got the purple face |
| That’s her favorite color, this been her favorite summer |
| No girls compare, that’s why I still don’t got a baby mother |
| Yeah |
| Ride with me, ride with me |
| I let you know if I even, I believe |
| Do anything but lie to me, lie to me |
| I wanna feel you fly with me, fly with me |