Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comin' Up, artist - Sam AdamsDate of issue: 03.03.2010
Song language: English
Comin' Up |
| Sammy Adams* |
| Comin' up, comin' up |
| Yeah, Boston |
| Matty Trump |
| Yeah, uh |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it |
| Running airlines from LA to Boston |
| Can’t stop and I told you I promised |
| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter (hotter) |
| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
| What up haters, I’m back so hows my dick taste? |
| I’m spitting grimy, like mouths without toothpaste |
| Never thought of mixing blood with my confidence |
| She was in my city, showing love to me’s the consequence |
| Cause my wills coming, whether or not you’re liking it |
| Felt like the tip of the pen that checks the counterfeits |
| Like, your girl ain’t never heard of me |
| Sike, 'cause she’d probably search the world for me |
| Ha, ha, ha, ha I laugh on tracks |
| You burst face to go hard cause your ass can’t rap |
| About to take off, see the stripes and the stars on my window |
| Plane flying on the air pitch dark |
| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it |
| Running airlines from LA to Boston |
| Can’t stop and I told you I promised |
| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter |
| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
| I told my parents that I was gonna get some |
| Hop on stage and get higher than a jet, son |
| Getting love told me why you never getting none |
| Born to the game, never pose as a step-son |
| I’m that new to iTunes, what’s next shit |
| Rewind that track, what time before I exit |
| Like I could give a fuck, really what y’all think |
| Destiny is blessing, bartender give me a tall drink |
| So I could fade out, dreams of being played out |
| City radio I’m good and look at how I made out |
| Uh, on the stroll my pops paved, telling me to do what i love |
| So now I’m on stage, taking shots, I’m just trying get in cage |
| Coming up bar, see the numbers on the fan page |
| Can’t stop cause they want 'em on the airwaves |
| Late night in Boston, west coast in the LA |
| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it |
| Running airlines from LA to Boston |
| Can’t stop and I told you I promised |
| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter |
| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
| And my sky line’s so contagious |
| Jet fuel on my tongue, ain’t hungover cause I’m wasted |
| Chewing on success, so close I can taste it |
| Came too far, homie feel like I’m a make it |
| Yeah, and you know I’m gonna get 'em |
| Agencies hawking, never can forget 'em |
| Slowly moving strong in positions that I’m winning |
| Better let em know |
| (Sammy Adams yeah tell 'em) |
| I’m comin up, I’m comin up on it |
| Running airlines from LA to Boston |
| Can’t stop and I told you I promised |
| So you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter |
| Hear nobody that’s hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |
| Nobody hotter, ain’t nobody that’s hotter |