Kevin Flum - No More lyrics

rate me

(Prod. Alex Collins)

Ft. INDY

(Hook: INDY)

Damn, I feel alive

No more stressing out, no more messing 'round

No more gettin' by

No more fakes, no more snakes

No more brakes, swear I'm chasing mine

No more wasting time

We gon' make it fine

I say it all the time

(Verse: Kevin Flum)

Every night I lay awake and think about what could have been

Man, all of the chances I coulda took

All of the places I shoulda went

Never thought I'd see this side of me

All of the people that lied to me

No, I'm not afraid to die, and homie

I'm afraid of dying with some life in me

I want a wife that's not triffling

When I gotta dash, no hyphening

And I be so high, where the Eiffel be

And I be on her ass, where her iPhone be

And I be that guy that's just making moves

I am so far from a basic dude

And I'm in the stu' while you chasing nudes

When you gettin' money, they chasin' you

I'm the type to just stay up late and try to find a way to get us all rich

You shit talkers just striking out, and lookin' hella dumb when that ball's pitched

Grab a swisha, may have _______(?)

If the booty's big, then I'm cuffin' that

If you smell the loud, then it sucks in fact

And if it ain't legit, I'm not crossing that

Yo bitches want to look like other bitches, man

I'll never get it, but that shit is crazy

I do not fuck around like my dick is lazy

Livin' up in the sun while they actin' shady

Bro, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

I just not, I don't trust 'em

And when my heart went place to fuck off, I don't wanna hear you fussing

(Hook x2: INDY)

(Verse 2: Kevin Flum)

I just been focused on working and stacking this money so high

The bills adding up and the homies need paper so gimme that pile

If you want a feature, 1000, then you try to send me those files

I'm killing these records, like fuck it, you might as well put me on trial

Like back to the basics, remember all the days we didn't make shit

And now we get a stack just to play shit

In a room with yo girl ain't no different than the basement

Wait up, how you gon' do me like that?

Who you know do it like that?

You ain't gon' fool me like that

The fake shit, homie you the fakest

I ain't gonna listen when you play shit

Wait up, keep it to yourself, I don't need your input

Sounded like you got yo fuckin' bars from some kids, bruh

Girls from my line like to fish up

Like damn, I ain't neva felt this go

Wait up, this is who I am, I ain't neva gonna change

Workin' like a dog, I ain't neva get a break tho'

Fuck it, that's fine, I won't let it go to waste now

I ain't let it go to waste, real talk

(Hook x2)

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