David Versis - Carried Away lyrics

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Don't get, don't get...

In the game with dead presidents, dead poets and dead air

I can’t help but feel like I’m the next heir

So go ahead and take a breath of fresh air

Cause I’m about to kill 'em for the next year

No nikes, my old sneakers just sit here

Now I got so many I can’t settle on a set pair

Top down, wind blowing through my head of hair

White boy dancing circles round you like he Fred Astaire

A real motherfucker, that shit be getting rare

All I see is milky skies, derrieres

Thinking bout what I’ma be in several years

Higher than a Zeppelin while I’m flying over heaven's stairs

My heaven’s all I seem to get all stares

I’m shining, they transparent, all I seem to get are glares

They talk about em, they know the outcome

A picture worth a thousand words I drop a photo album

I’m tired of being a product of my environment

So let my flow be my mama’s early retirement

And let my intuition pay for the tuition of my future children

And every single thing they're inspiring

They talk a lot of shit, but things are over here

But they still over there, no we still over here

In a drop top, doing above 50, my flow’s a cock block

The reason no one fuck with me!

[Hook]

Don’t get carried away, don’t get carried away

Young boy, young boy, they used to tell me

Don’t get carried away, don’t get carried away

Young boy, young boy, they used to tell me

From the Am to the Pm, I live a carpe diem

Ain’t no point in rocking diamonds, shine so bright you wouldn’t see em

Used to hang me up to dry, like paintings in the museum

Now when all these bitches see him, they like damn

Coming from a land where’s no heat, it’s raining so deep

And some snow, but just snow, I don’t get cold feet

Now wait a second, I be taking first, I’m never taking second

Making records, breaking records dog I never take a second

My city fronting like they all friends

They get defensive so I play offense

Yeah I chase the dream just to see what I was made of

And hoping that will pay off

I haven’t took a day off since

I’m in love with rap, but I feel it’s all a fucking trap

Just like sonny black, tell me where the fuck the money at

Y’all be acting hard, nothing good could ever come of that

You running shit, we break your legs now how you gonna run like that

These new rappers ain’t that cool to me

I seen it before, they ain’t that new to me

If y’all around violence, hustlers move in silence

Tell me why the fuck you wearing so much god damn jewelry, huh?

That’s why I’m using my lines to get me mine, to show emthat y’all are bogus

I’m sippin on wine pretending I’m fine, and hoping that y’all don’t notice

But I guess that my career’s exactly where it needs to be

I’ve always been the coolest, I’ve just realized it recently

[Hook]

Don’t get carried away, don’t get carried away

Young boy, young boy, they used to tell me

Don’t get carried away, don’t get carried away

Young boy, young boy, they used to tell me.

Thanks to Sam for correcting these lyrics