Ab-Soul - Rush lyrics

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Ab-Soul - Rush lyrics

[Intro] "This Northwood, this is where I slumber at. You know what I'm saying?" I got my mind on the prize, wheels on the roll Eyes to the skies, bless my soul Rush.... Rush [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] I was on Avalon, in a Avalon With the window down, two notche for TV on Yeah, that's what he be on California sunshine, heater on I laid the text but sometimes n***as read it wrong Still a slave to the page, no beeper on If the sky tell lies then let me lie (where?) In the same home that the reaper own Fire, feel the degrees rising in this song Keep the degree pollutin' your speakers till I'm gone Became a tree, mama your seed is growin' n***as see me, see where I'm going Uphill, and I keep going Through the red lights, through the roadblocks My headlights blind the opposition Ain't got 200 on the dash but I'm doing half [Hook] When I roll through the city it gives me a rush, rush Swear to god it makes my adrenaline rush, rush, rush, rush, rush So when you see me in the street I'm always in a rush, rush, rush I'm always in a (yeaaah) rush, rush, rush I'm always in a rush, rush, rush, rush, rush (yeaaah) So when you see me in the street I'm always in a rush [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Rolling down central, in a bucket but I'm feeling presidential Breaking down swisha's, filling 'em with indo Ho's trying to date a n***a like info's I'm flying right by 'em like holla back Hoping they won't see me through the tinted windows Bending corners like I ain't got a bookmark Ain't got the most paper but I'm booksmart I'm speeding through life like f** it all (My n***a) I got my word and my f**ings balls (My n***a) And that's my word I'm a f**ing ball (My n***a) Control the earth so I can have a ball (My n***a) I'm moving at a fast pace and I ain't slowing up for Nathan Paparazzi follow me but they can't keep up the tape You ain't talking longterm and you ain't talking my language Don't trip, we still popping like a stainless Fo' real When I roll through the city it gives me a rush, rush Swear to god it makes my adrenaline rush, rush, rush, rush, rush So when you see me in the street I'm always in a rush, rush, rush I'm always in a (yeaaah) rush, rush, rush I'm always in a rush, rush, rush, rush, rush (yeaaah) So when you see me in the street I'm always in a rush [Outro: Ab-Soul] Del Amo, Del Amo Eyes on the prize, wheels on the roll Eyes to the skies, bless my soul Rush.... Rush

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