Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Young Nigga
Flexing on these bitches
And it's February
Still snowing
Money on the floor
It's not sanitary
Man I think I'm soaring
On a higher level
Aviation
Next stop is the space station
To all my young Niggas steady getting paper keep your mind focussed stay away from haters
Come outside and chill night see you later
Kush so strong need a respirator
Flying so high like a aviator
On the top floor with no elevator
Why you switch on me you a f*cking traitor
Trying to act nice on my best behaviour
You Got a problem then I will Michael Colionne it
Car on the lease but you acting like you own it
Straight to the top getting hella bands
Wrap it around your head like a Taliban
Very hot-headed take it easy Fam
Gold on my head I thousand every strand
I said gold on my head I like to count it man
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Snow Beats - Down Time Lyrics
Snow Beats - Down Time Lyrics
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Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Young Nigga
Flexing on these bitches
And it's February
Still snowing
Money on the floor
It's not sanitary
Man I think I'm soaring
On a higher level
Aviation
Next stop is the space station
To all my young Niggas steady getting paper keep your mind focussed stay away from haters
Come outside and chill night see you later
Kush so strong need a respirator
Flying so high like a aviator
On the top floor with no elevator
Why you switch on me you a f*cking traitor
Trying to act nice on my best behaviour
You Got a problem then I will Michael Colionne it
Car on the lease but you acting like you own it
Straight to the top getting hella bands
Wrap it around your head like a Taliban
Very hot-headed take it easy Fam
Gold on my head I thousand every strand
I said gold on my head I like to count it man
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Young Nigga
Flexing on these bitches
And it's February
Still snowing
Money on the floor
It's not sanitary
Man I think I'm soaring
On a higher level
Aviation
Next stop is the space station
To all my young Niggas steady getting paper keep your mind focussed stay away from haters
Come outside and chill night see you later
Kush so strong need a respirator
Flying so high like a aviator
On the top floor with no elevator
Why you switch on me you a f*cking traitor
Trying to act nice on my best behaviour
You Got a problem then I will Michael Colionne it
Car on the lease but you acting like you own it
Straight to the top getting hella bands
Wrap it around your head like a Taliban
Very hot-headed take it easy Fam
Gold on my head I thousand every strand
I said gold on my head I like to count it man
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Bitches ringing off the hotline
Press red every damn time
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Downtime nigga downtime
Hundred meters to the dollar sign
Cooking fire in the shed
Lost track of my bed
Nigga is looking for bread
Boy do it on your own time
Writer: Snowbeats, Snow Beats
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid