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Lagoon - Rich Brian (布莱恩·伊曼纽)
Lyrics by：Brian Imanuel
Composed by：Brian Imanuel/Christian Dold
I just took test it's sounding like my go stupid
Lil I got like 10 percent more left on my to do list
I rode by with my old car its a coup his name is lucas
Mimosa with my old girl frag grenade that boomin
I took that flight and got a big bag man that is so taxing
I set goals then beat it like Jackson
Black on black my shirt from pacsun
You not fye your homie just gassin
Phone goin thru my ig top request these
Trippin like banana peels are raining up and down the road
Bald like Joe Rogan take her phone away
That tryna get photos drivin me loco tippin on 44s back to the bathroom
Ayyyy
Permanent racks I'm getting my plaques
I'm paying the tax your pocket is lighter so we'll never match
No square in my circle no time for all that
I'm ridin round the city with the motha bros yeah
Drivin til the sun is up that's how it tends to go yeah
Whippin cutlass causing ruckus but I'm on that visa
Me not with you boys you acting like a diva
I'm cuttin that track
And I'm rapping and getting that bag but I'm missin that terminal 3
I just quit the pack and the stoges
But if he want the smoke he could get it like bella hadid
I don't do that violence
But come at me crazy I'll Michael B Jordan yo I promise
My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid saying that was trash
I count it I count it I count it
Like I cannot sleep and I'm counting the sheeps on my bed
I miss when the
I was scared of was eating the seeds
And the tree that would grow on my head
I ain't seen the fam in a couple of months
It's been 22 months that almost 2 years
I promise that when I come back to jakarta
That y'all gon be proud of the that I built
My neck is a mortgage she got a iphone but don't got no storage
550k for the dp the crib is 4 milli
I'm never gon drive in no porsche
Maybe a tes-la ain't got no but the wheels automatic
Not boutta drop no bands for no lambos
The is too fast just to sit in some traffic
Ayy
Uh how the you hate & resent me for doing & trying my best
I don't remember your birthday but I know my billing address
Que sera sera lil
Maybe this life is not fun as you think
I never look at my phone when it ring
I'm ridin' round the city with the motha bros yeah
Drivin' til the sun is up that's how it tends to go yeah
Whippin' cutlass causing ruckus but I'm on that visa