David Versis
Текст песни Carried Away

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