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dans mon sac - jmrrl lyrics

[intro]
tryna’ find a day
tryna’ get away
from everybody else
i only love myself
i’m tryna’ get away
i’m just tryna’ get away
they told me
i gotta be something more
and i ended up as something more
than they ever thought was possible
i came through in the late night
my mind right
i feel like i’m on my third life
so the time’s right
and this time i got the spotlights
on me
i got the spotlights on me
so what i’m gon’ do with it
n*gga been blessed
can’t be no fool with it
engaged to the system
i couldn’t go through with it
two step with the spirit
tryna’ learn how to move with it
so now i tell ’em like
[chorus]
don’t let me get in my bag
don’t let me get in my
don’t let me get in my bag
don’t let me get in my bag
don’t let me get in my
don’t let me get in my bag
don’t let me get in my bag
don’t let me get in my
don’t let me get in my bag
don’t let me get in my bag
don’t let me get in my
don’t let me get in my bag

[verse 1]
back it up b*tch
i don’t bark ’bout no sh*t
i attack
if you gon’ do me like this
i’m gon’ do you like that
it’s been a minute since i had some time to relax
dealing with the past
demons still calling
i’m calling them back
don’t let me get in my bag
a n*gga might spazz
a n*gga might bash em up
my baby b*tch got the strap
she know where it’s at
i might let her smash (uh huh)
n*ggas ain’t fast enough
and i’m still gassing up
sad as f*ck
might turn your ass to dust
moonwalk in your ashes cuh
and i run it like that
i really care about facts
really care about ass
can i get a daily double, no tax
she all about rocks
and i’m all about racks
yeah that’s why a n*gga stacking it up
send the family the cash for the month
call me later in the night for the bump
(huh)
(yuh)
get in my bag
don’t let me get in my bag
i do the 40 yard dash
get to the cash
i been awake for some days
don’t think i’m ever gon’ crash
making them mad (huh)
on probation last semester
skipping class and i still passed (yuh)
jamie that boy a finesser
f*cked that b*tch and then i left her
i’m a top boy just like skepta
can’t never rest
i’m tryna’ write my story and you know i need a couple chapters
i been dreaming ’bout a deeper meaning
for this life i’m leading
and it got me thinking
that it’s open season
and a n*gga gon’ be in his bag
get me some cash
then give it right back
get in my bag
get in my stance
i’m finna’ kick ass
wanna’ go fast
don’t wanna’ be last
wanna’ go fast
don’t wanna’ be last
gon’ get in my bag
choking on gas
world in my hands
b*tch i’m gon’ do my dance
i go to war for my friends
them my n*ggas til’ the end
she said she need me in france
i told her i need two hundred advance
two hundred bands in advance (yeah)
two hundred bands in advance (yeah)
two hundred bands in advance (yeah)
two hundred bands in advance (yeah)
two hundred bands in advance (yeah)
two hundred bands in advance (yeah)
two hundred bands in advance (yeah)
i finally realize that i been that n*gga so long
i ain’t have to pretend (yeah)
she think she’s a nine
she’s a ten (yeah)
she wanna’ come in my tent (yeah)
she told me jamie you driving me crazy
i love how you give me that head (yeah)
girl that’s just me in my bag (yeah)
separated from the pack (yeah)
she want me to stay
but i never could fake it
so i know i gotta get back
[outro]
tryna’ find a day
tryna’ get away
from everybody else
i only love myself
i’m tryna’ get away
i’m just tryna’ get away

- jmrrl lyrics

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