blowin' through the wind

I made it on, I made it on I made it on, I made it on
I made it on, can I make it on Can I make it on
Ten degrees when I brag about the cheese But I wanna see what I give up on my knees
What a rubber feet when I really wanna geek Cause I'm real secret when she really Wanna

Freak But I'm don't compete cause I'm really in
The streets I'm like super heat when I'm putting on my
Cleats I'm wrong foggy beat when I'm sitting back
Seat Keep going with she tweet when she feeling

Incomplete Stop playing
Paint your picture you moving And I ain't this nigga you used to
Told me talk less and then they told me stop stressing
Got me feel like I'm confessing God damn it I'm guessing

My family my blessings I'm high and I'm stressing
I'm high and I'm pressing She shy she messy my feel my fatty
God damn she with it she rude and I'm mild Pipe down getting busy high mood in your Mouth
God damn she pretty she screaming out shout Quiet down lil baby silent now lil

And baby don't you worry Lil shawty what's the moment
Shawty let me hurry Goin to Oklahoma
This is not a birthday This is your Fiona
Ain't gonna let me serve you I mean to miss Rihanna

God damn I'm getting nervous Damn I'm getting zoned
And bitches getting sturdy The bitches getting lonely
Bitch stop flirting Whip start swerving
Close those curtains I made it on

I made it on Can I make it on
I made it on Can I make it on
I made it on Can I make it on