
托馬斯-布萊恩特
I can feel the vibe, My hussle on the rise,
This lil light of mine I’m gone let it shine,
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies,
Lock the city down till the summertime,
Time to serve these haters up some humble pie,
Elevate my game for the 100th time,
You can hold me down through these troubled times,
Or be another victim to my stubborn pride...
Stuck in the grind I’m stuck in the grind.
5年前