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Always Rising
NIKI, Rich Brian & Warren Hue
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I'm gonna set the world on fire Dreams come alive when I lose my mind Look in my eyes, you can see desire Truth in a world that's full of lies (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, ooh, ah, oh, oh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, ah, oh) Ah, ooh, ah, ooh 这是 88rising Momma call, on your phone (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) Momma call, on your phone (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) Momma call, on your phone Momma call, brrr (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) Momma call, on your phone Curfew, rings on Serve food be home (Yeah), be home (Yeah), be home (Yeah) We the warriors, behold (Yeah), behold, behold (Yeah, yeah) Momma call my celly, "Food gettin' cold" (Brr) Ramune my drink and my necklace on gold (Yеah, yeah) Don't need lean, all my magic in bowls (Yeah) (King Tut) Can’t touch us (Thеme song) It's my theme song, yeah, theme song, yeah (Woah) What you been on, what you been on? When you comin' home, why you leave me 'lone? Got no signal, this the intro MSG in my fish, we leave bones Yeah, I eat thrown Transparent, all these faces are fish bowls Golden state, I was walking bridges Momma call me like, "Wash the dishes" (Woah) Momma call, on your phone (Ayy-ayy, brr) Momma call, on your phone (Yeah-ayy, brr-brr) Momma call (Yeah, ayy) Momma call, momma call (Ayy) You got no soda, you got what you packing My man is on go, don't got time for no slacking I keep to myself, I don't need no distractions But I'm not the one to back out from a challenge The ones you depend the ones that attacking The ones that be claiming they real, they be capping The higher the hills, man, the taller the rack 'Cause the bigger the numbers, the bigger the taxes I'm figurin' out every day how to win a debate In my head, in my heart Can we all get along with a late conversation? Of findin' a home and then never escaping If they got a bag for me, get to the choppa Ride around the city with the homies in a Mazda [?] of the crib, it's a castle Ghost you for five months like Flacko 'Bout to set the world on fire Momma call, on your phone (Ayy-ayy, brr) Momma call, on your phone (Yeah-ayy, brr-brr) Momma call, momma call, momma call on your phone (Ayy) Momma call, on your phone (Ayy-ayy, brr) Momma call, on your phone (Yeah-ayy, brr-brr) Momma call, on your phone (Yeah, ayy) On your phone, your phone (Ayy) Momma call, on your phone (Ayy-ayy, brr) Momma call, on your phone (Yeah-ayy, brr-brr) Momma call, on your phone (Yeah, ayy) On your phone, your phone (Ayy) Momma call me like, momma call me like Momma call me like, "Eat your food" Granny comin' in a week or two I don't play no peek-a-boo Momma told be you'd be confident These b*****s need oxygen I'm material, I eat rice on my cereal I treat rice like rollin' dice for my life On chore, but when I do, I do it right Momma called, momma called me, I'll be there tonight
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