SSX Tricky - Russ
Lyrics by：Russell Vitale
Composed by：Russell Vitale
Produced by：DVNT
Yeah
I been in that mode
Some smooth **** to drive around to
You feel me
It's me come on
Used to skip classes yeah
Now we clink glasses yeah
90's baby my first
Crush was trish stratus haha
Hat backwards like
Ken griffey come on
Christmas with my
Cousins in new jersey
Playing SSX tricky yeah
Mom had a plymouth yeah
Dad had a saturn yeah
I leave worth on all of my verses
You see the pattern
Gettin' mad burned from
Wrestling with my fears yeah
Saw this all comin' back when
Mom shopped at sears I saw it
Lapped a lot of peers yeah
I'm showboatin' I am
It's been a fight though
Let me talk to you like joe rogan yeah
This diesel belt is holdin'
Up these jacquemus shorts
She say okay see you in five
But I'm not lu dort
Take the boat from
Grand tremezzo to belaggio
And order the caprese and carpaccio
I been fighting demons
Like I'm tanjiro yeah
Learnin' how to co-exist yeah
You know you got a hit when
Baddies make a post to it true
But you barely drop a song every half a year
Don't you know you get out what
You put in just like vladimir
My path is clear
I mean at times it gets foggy facts
I just have faith and let
God be the x-factor yeah
The best rapper is subjective
But I know it's me
I know it's me
Music notes inside
The beads of my rosary
That's my religion
This beat spoke to me and
I intend to speak back
Made a promise to myself
And I intend to keep that
Used to skip classes yeah
Now we clink glasses yeah
90's baby my first
Crush was trish stratus haha
Hat backwards like ken griffey yeah
Christmas with my cousins in new jersey
Playing SSX tricky yeah
Now I'm at barclays yeah
Cardiac surgeon
I guess following the heart pays facts
Had to part ways with
People who weren't good for me
I lost myself I had to look for me yeah
Wrestle with my edge like booker T true
My brother cooks for me
Employed him as my chef and my trainer
The gym's his office
Tryin' to get him some paper yeah yeah
I think the laker's got a game
I gotta play at the forum
I get a house for performin'
The promoter's harry norman
I feel like james corden
I got stars in my car
This is a rolls royce
Don't park it too far keep it close
I wanna keep my eyes on it
While I'm eating burrata I do
Girl don't use too much teeth
Who are you baraka haha
Bukayo saka yeah I had to get my wings right
Faith is a weapon in my arsenal I'm in flight
Skin tight leggings ooh
That booty's round that's facts
I be talkin' game 'til I'm old hubie brown
Tryna shoot me down
Because I aim high and you can't p***y
Millionaire off of music and lyrics
I feel like hugh grant
Used to skip classes yeah
Now we clink glasses yeah
90's baby my first
Crush was trish stratus haha
Hat backwards like ken griffey yeah
Christmas with my cousins in new jersey
Playing SSX tricky
Used to skip classes yeah
Now we clink glasses yeah
90's baby my first crush was trish stratus haha
Hat backwards like ken griffey yeah
Christmas with my cousins in new jersey
Playing SSX tricky yeah
