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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shout outs to my brother, Ben You know what I'm saying Let's go, let's ride Mic's in my attic Dead roaches on my floor Gamblers and homeless addicts Outside my door Everyday we scramble Try'na get that dose Then we act like strangers We all kinfolk Yeah we all been bros We all on that boat And we all share one life vest, hope that shit floats Hope that shit goes Cause we on our own And the sharks beneath wait for it to drop like dominoes It don't matter I'm acclimated, maybe I'm jaded, hell I don't know Maybe there ain't no saving this Devil's cadence from God no more Just when they think you made it, that's when you feel like losing hope Don't know I'm aimless What's the point of fame if all I feel is broke So fuck likes if I can't pay the lights when the shit that I write every day on my own But I bet that you might turn it up anyway and dance the night away when I'm gone Letras de cancionesEither way it's all destiny it's been taste tested for centuries And when it gets the best of me I just ride Old Cutler Drive Old Cutler Drive Old Cutler Drive Old Cutler Drive House on the water Five-car garage I still see addicts outside my yard Everyday we scramble try'na write these songs No I really don't gamble I played my hand wrong And I won't care long If I don't get home If I don't arrive at my destination, I'll find my soul We all pay the toll But I pray for more And I know these streets'll wind until I end up back in my zone It's obvious, just turn around, ask the audience There's no finding this once the one way ticket's bought and I'm outta here Not even that chamomile could calm down or stop just how I feel And when it does, I just ride Old Cutler Drive Old Cutler Drive Old Cutler Drive Old Cutler Drive From Letras Mania