Two Step (feat. King Fantastic) 作词 : Murs 作曲 : Murs I always knew life could be super short Ever since they busted out the super sport Brevity levity bitter I could never be Young for a ***** born in the late seventies Heavenly my wife cause she loves me in spite Of all the crazy s**t I be saying when we fight Shout a kite to my ***** locked up now reece home Making music for the kids ***** we grown Put your phone down look me in the eye Or you can talk that s**t to another guy I swear to god I would kick you in the button fly And jump up and down on your skull 'til you ****ing die Y'all probably want to dance so ignore me That club life ain't ever been for me You basic *****es just bore me If I got to buy you a drink you can't afford me Gun shots on a good day No ski masks that's the hood way Little kids wishing that they could play Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say I got two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Deuce-deuce in my tennis shoe Hood ***** brought a burner to the interview Might catch a beef on the bus home Tell them g*******g bullies get the **** gone In my zone with a brand new playlist Walked right past my ex didn't say s**t Then I changed my mind like ayye ***** Tell your new boyfriend he can't fade this Spent my last check on some new kicks The rest at the movies on my new chick I got fired on some bulls**t Snitch ****-boy that I never should've fooled with And I ain't ever wrote a résumé But I had my cousin make me one yesterday I need more hours and some better pay Back when I was hustling that was something I would never say Gun shots on a good day No ski masks that's the hood way Little kids wishing that they could play Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say I got two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Ten toes down nineteen seventy-nine Southern california dummy repping heavy with mine These **********ing actors are not odd to a factor Killer reece one is a cold black bastard No master no father I raise me crazy A ***** clean it up when I had a couple babies Well maybe just maybe you get the '08 me Fresh out the county feeling crazy No beers in eight months feeling turnt don't play me I used to be a mess my ***** Only thing could kill me was stress my ***** Had to give that s**t a rest my ***** I just did a couple years none left my ***** I can't do another stretch my ***** So it's either shut it down or it's death my ***** Gun shots on a good day No ski masks that's the hood way Little kids wishing that they could play Looking for a hook or something jay-z would say I got two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step Two shots left in my 22 two step