KANSAS by Ray Leslie Lyrics
On the gram feeling myself, yeah
Stacking my issues like shelf, yeah
I got my boss on the dial, sup
Calling him up when I sell
Calling the gang, spring is in session
I got new mags to deal with the pressure
Potholes wherever we drive, kidding aside
I think the grass getting wetter
I see some prosperous weather
Sitting a tan, writing a ten
I got some roots that need to be watered
I got some kids to be fed
I got some palettes that needing attention
Ordering cupboards of bread, I think I’ve spent just enough
I think this bullet a blunt, calling this confidence bluffing, yeah
I need to call all these girls that I know
Tell them that I’m on a different road
Stars lined on a heavenly scope
Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
She got my number from
I got her gram from her friends
We conversating like nobody’s business
She like the music but we’ve never met
I got my buzz from the parlour by Pak
Betting the chances of me coming back
Gamble my balance like I’m solid standing but I’m barely buried
Bro look at the sand
I see the palm like the tree, lemme climb it
Blonde and I’m weary it’s bad for the climate
Saying I’m hotter than ever recorded
You filming the cut like you plan to rewind it
Speaking in poems like words are divided
Waiting the aisle that you get paid to style in
Fitting these clothes, I’m counting the price of this effort
To hear you say “baby I like it”
I need to call baby, yeah
I need to ball and lay it up
Night is all sorts of pretty yeah
I might just stall the paying up
Karma gon brawl with petty wap
Trying to jog the city cut
Acting mature but staying up
Guess it’s a galore of laying love, saying
I need to call all these girls that I know
Tell them that I’m on a different road
Stars lined on a heavenly scope
Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
Sometimes I do think about it
About where I’m headed in life
And I get really fucking excited
Hundred bands savings
Cocktails end of night payment
I keep spending on favours
Feeling that pavement, chasing bread, acres
I keep falling for beautiful strangers
Where the end statement? Where the line drawn in?
Homie got wed but the end of times raging
Banging my head when I’m rhyming but cannot control who I came with
On the best days yes, I’m just like Elvis
Rock and roll famous, living so lavish I must deranged since
I got no bread to share more than I’m paid yeah
What do we give when we not celebrating?
Who give a fuck when we high and we faded?
Picture the future, butterflies in my stomach yeah
Hundred thoughts behind eye-lids, my bitch get me tired with no mileage
Pushing the car with no tyres in
Pretty as hell, look like Tyra
In my head or outside yeah
I guess it’s what you make of this life
My friend and I’m DIY
I’m like sole designer, I got God and fire
I got heart inspired, I’m like full desire and I want this bad as hell
(I want this bad as hell)
We ain’t in Kansas anymore
We ain’t in Kansas anymore
We ain’t in Kansas anymore
We ain’t in Kansas anymore
Stacking my issues like shelf, yeah
I got my boss on the dial, sup
Calling him up when I sell
Calling the gang, spring is in session
I got new mags to deal with the pressure
Potholes wherever we drive, kidding aside
I think the grass getting wetter
I see some prosperous weather
Sitting a tan, writing a ten
I got some roots that need to be watered
I got some kids to be fed
I got some palettes that needing attention
Ordering cupboards of bread, I think I’ve spent just enough
I think this bullet a blunt, calling this confidence bluffing, yeah
I need to call all these girls that I know
Tell them that I’m on a different road
Stars lined on a heavenly scope
Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
She got my number from
I got her gram from her friends
We conversating like nobody’s business
She like the music but we’ve never met
I got my buzz from the parlour by Pak
Betting the chances of me coming back
Gamble my balance like I’m solid standing but I’m barely buried
Bro look at the sand
I see the palm like the tree, lemme climb it
Blonde and I’m weary it’s bad for the climate
Saying I’m hotter than ever recorded
You filming the cut like you plan to rewind it
Speaking in poems like words are divided
Waiting the aisle that you get paid to style in
Fitting these clothes, I’m counting the price of this effort
To hear you say “baby I like it”
I need to call baby, yeah
I need to ball and lay it up
Night is all sorts of pretty yeah
I might just stall the paying up
Karma gon brawl with petty wap
Trying to jog the city cut
Acting mature but staying up
Guess it’s a galore of laying love, saying
I need to call all these girls that I know
Tell them that I’m on a different road
Stars lined on a heavenly scope
Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
Sometimes I do think about it
About where I’m headed in life
And I get really fucking excited
Hundred bands savings
Cocktails end of night payment
I keep spending on favours
Feeling that pavement, chasing bread, acres
I keep falling for beautiful strangers
Where the end statement? Where the line drawn in?
Homie got wed but the end of times raging
Banging my head when I’m rhyming but cannot control who I came with
On the best days yes, I’m just like Elvis
Rock and roll famous, living so lavish I must deranged since
I got no bread to share more than I’m paid yeah
What do we give when we not celebrating?
Who give a fuck when we high and we faded?
Picture the future, butterflies in my stomach yeah
Hundred thoughts behind eye-lids, my bitch get me tired with no mileage
Pushing the car with no tyres in
Pretty as hell, look like Tyra
In my head or outside yeah
I guess it’s what you make of this life
My friend and I’m DIY
I’m like sole designer, I got God and fire
I got heart inspired, I’m like full desire and I want this bad as hell
(I want this bad as hell)
We ain’t in Kansas anymore
We ain’t in Kansas anymore
We ain’t in Kansas anymore
We ain’t in Kansas anymore