Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Way Up, artist - Ryan Oakes. Date of issue: 23.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Way Up |
| Bitch I took it to the west coast, woah |
| Got a crib, got lit and its still not shit |
| I’m not easily impressed no, uh |
| I’m tryna live like this till the day I’m |
| So I’m spinning out the strop rope, yeah |
| So will it kills y’all? |
| Feel a type of weight |
| Then you better learn to let go, let go |
| Y’all wanna talk shit then your hate get’s split |
| Been a lotta long nights, lotta long days |
| Doing it the long way, back up in the hallways |
| And people hated all day, all day |
| Tryna crash me, burn me, thinking they’d hurt me |
| I’ve been feeling I’ll stay |
| I’m, I’ve fucked it, I’m buzzing, I’m coming so quick I’m forgetting all |
| y’all’s names |
| Y’all stain looking small brain |
| When my fade is looking all great, woah |
| I swear I’m way up |
| I don’t do small talk or conversations |
| I’ve been grinding years I’m out of patience |
| I know this the year I’m 'bout to take it |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Ain’t nobody know the shit that I’ve been through |
| Tryna make it happen all by myself |
| When there’s no-one believing up in you |
| When nobody tryna lend you no help |
| You better find to look into |
| Find that purpose, working your wealth |
| And it’ll put that passion, lack, back in you |
| And it never come from nobody else |
| Man its safe from myself |
| It was never 'bout me |
| Its the fans and the fam tryna set em all free |
| Hoping be come the people their destine to be |
| Cause the way the worlds living is honestly weak |
| People are living a life when they peak at a young age |
| And the rest of its bleak |
| That shit will set me off I’m gonna freak |
| I’ve been tryna work for the shit that they need, I swear |
| My mom deserve a whip, yeah |
| Dad deserve a crib |
| They ain’t got to trip |
| They’ll get all of it, yeah |
| My Sis deserve a grip |
| Brother gets a quip |
| will never slip |
| Got homie’s tryna quit on they jobs and shit |
| So I’m steady focusing |
| Tryna find myself an opening |
| My mom deserve a whip, yeah |
| Dad deserve a crib |
| They ain’t got to trip |
| They’ll get all of it, yeah |
| My Sis deserve a grip |
| Brother gets a quip |
| will never slip |
| Got homie’s tryna quit on they jobs and shit |
| So I’m steady focusing |
| Tryna find myself an opening |
| I swear I’m way up |
| I don’t do small talk or conversations |
| I’ve been grinding years I’m out of patience |
| I know this the year I’m 'bout to take it |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |