50 MPH - J. Sirus, Reason, brandonvlad.

Only big things from here, Young A

Really be North, yeah

Like I used to transport 50K in a Jansport

They wanna put my vision in sandstorms

Put an umph in all my steps, like the cushion

Told my baby to love me with no regrets

We go on and on and on about feelings I can’t accept

And acceptance and no affection

Affecting the way you rest, affecting the way you dress

Affecting the way I pull up, pop that ass up, make a mess like

I think I love you, I confess, like damn

I see your past is calling, and you can pass the blame

I see your tears is falling, it’s just like acid rain

Just cut the cake and say your grace

And when we grow away, it’s just them growing pains

You hit the club up heavy every other weekend

Two-step with the devil, swing dance in the evening

I just can’t connect, I don’t get your reasons

I’ll never respect it, miss me with your demons

Tell my baby that I’m on my way

I can’t do this shit another day, uh

Like I can’t do this shit another day, uh

No way

As I go

Fifty miles per hour, I take it slow

I’m on my way to you, I got some things to say to you

And if you stay up late enough, maybe you’ll get to know

And if I drink enough, maybe you’ll get to know

I always got that dro, maybe you’ll get to blow

And if I’m on the way, maybe I’ll hit your phone

Maybe I won’t, I might not even show

But even if I don’t move in, know she won’t

Where else you gon' go?

You can’t leave me alone, oh

And although I can’t stay, I’ll be on my way (Yeah, yeah, REASON)

Even for today

Maybe you’ll get to know, get to know me quicker

Unclear if we gon' work, but it’s clear that I’m that nigga

Maybe you’ll get to know my trials and tribulations, I been gassin',

I been racin', wait

Racin', but still patient, it takes time for innovations

Gotta slow down your paces, take it one at a time

Show your true kindergarten colors when you get out of line

Baby, your time is done

Similar to Neo, but I’m not the one

For game playin' or that Kanye blame gamin'

I been cruising fifty miles per hour, slow but consistent

With a plan to make some bands to make sure they notice a nigga

One hand up on the wheel, I been cruising slow but consistent

With a plan to make some bands to make sure they notice a, wait, wait

What’s your plan to make it out when it’s all said and done?

Baby, I don’t got no plan B, but I know I fed you one

Can’t afford no speed bumps on my road to glory

I’m just an author telling potent stories

'Cause if I don’t do it, who gon' do it for me?

(The way, way, way)

Came from the jungle, snakes and bushes thorny (The way, way, way)

My whole neighborhood was fans of Maury

Stories of they upbringing

Rose and they came up swinging to make it out

Show you what this game about

Nip been preachin' marathon, so we took the patient route

But what if you could sprint a marathon?

That’s how you stay ahead of 'em, look

I’m just an author telling potent stories

But I must, 'cause if I don’t, shit, who gon' do it for me?

That’s real

But even if I don’t move in, know she won’t

Where else you gon' go?

You can’t leave me alone, oh

And although I can’t stay, I’ll be on my way

Even for today