Lyrics
Psychonaut Therapy
LaPret
No30
Tell me where my
Car, keys, my cell phone
And my wallet at
Yo where’s my dime piece
My day ones
Profound Intent
And where’s my big house
My Black Jag
My record deal
Yeah, they talk about me
They write about me
(Man) all of that
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
I’m on top (gotta keep on)
Life is but a dream
For air I’ma feen
Inhale in between
This good and bad thing
Some call it luxury
Yeah they want it either way
I’m just wondering if I
Can get it fast man
Chasin’ the sky
Yeah I’m riding my high
Inquiring minds
I need a loud reply
If Martin died a king
Then, Coretta Scott our queen right
(That’s right)
Call me Mickey Miles
Cuz’ I’m pushin’ like a thousand
Been wildin’ out like Nicholas
But I’m not no loose cannon
She tells me anything
Yeah cuz’ we go deep like Janet
I can change her mind
But I rather be her EX-man
Look, I’ma different (Man)
What you get is what you seek
Lil Momma you gon’ find out tonight
And I’m a Psyconaunt
I need it more than not
A good brains my kryptonite
And the things we do for love
Is just what hems us up the most
Looking back, all they wanna know is
Do you drive and can you host? (yo)
Tell me where's my
Car, keys, my cell phone
And my wallet at
Yo where’s my dime piece
My day ones
Profound Intent
And where’s my big house
My Black Jag
My record deal
Yeah, they talk about me
They write about me
(Man) all of that
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
I’m on top (gotta keep on)
Still I rise, still I thrive
Man, I ain’t had it easy
I was livin’ check to check
Damn, I made that look easy
All my lovers past tenths
I could really care less
When they see me back on top
They gon riot, unrest
Now, now, life ain’t worth livin’
If you don’t make it worth livin’
Even if you gonna through some things
You can make it happen
It doesn’t matter if ya 24 or 47
Whoever said that your age was a speed limit
Stop signs don’t exist
Don’t stop keep it rollin'
Yield to the traffic
But then you gotta keep it movin’
It doesn’t if your friends cheer you on
But it ain’t gon last
If it ain’t in yo own
Heart
Now, should I do this
Should I work this
Should I hit the
Tequila with some lime
Through all the changes in the weather
Keep ya eye
On the prize
Rest in heaven to my brothers
Now I gotta get what’s mine
My car, keys
My cell phone
And my wallet at
Yo where’s my dime piece
My day ones
Profound Intent
And where’s my big house
My Black Jag
My record deal
Aye, talk about me
Write about me
(Man) how they feel
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
(Don’t stop)
Gotta keep on pushin’
Pushin’, pushin’
I’m on top nigga
(Gotta keep on)
WRITERS
Larry Pretlow II, NO30 MUSIC
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © South Capitol Recordings
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