Murs - Two Step lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 n***aaa born in the late seventies Heavenly, my wife cause she loves me in spite Of all the crazy sh**ttt I be saying when we fight [?] to my n***aaa locked up, now Reece home Making music for the kids b**hhh we grown Put your phone down, look me in the eye Or you can talk that sh**ttt to another guy I swear to God I would kick you in the bu*ton fly And jump up and down on your skull ’till you f**kkking die Y’all probably want to dance so ignore me That club life ain’t ever been for me Basic b**hhhes just bore me If I got to buy you a drink you can’t afford me [Hook: Murs] 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 twenty-two two step Two shots left in my twenty-two two step Two shots left in my twenty-two two step Two shots left in my twenty-two two step [Verse 2: Murs] Deuce-deuce in my tennis shoe Hood n***aaa brought a burner to the interview Might catch a beef on the bus home Tell them gang-bang bullies get the f**kkk gone In my zone with a brand new playlist Walked right past my ex didn’t say sh**ttt Then I changed my mind like, “Ay b**hhh!” “Tell you new boyfriend he can’t [?] this!” Spent my last check on some new kicks The rest at the movies on my new chick I got fired on some bullsh**ttt Snitch, f**kkk-boy that I never should’ve fooled with I ain’t ever wrote a resume 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: King Fantastic] Ten toes down nineteen seventy-nine Southern California [?] repping heavy with mine These mother f**kkking actors are not [?]