Jroach - Paramedic Lyrics

Finesse my words its how I speak
Im so poetic to her
I broke her heart and now
Im tryna be a medic to her
Im tryna get us to the end
I know Im ready for it
All these shots up in my veins
Is like Im in a paramedic room
Now im riding round the city
I pull up to clubs they playing my shit
Im spending too many hours
Walking around out on melrose
And I dont got blicks
And I know these niggas they hating
Waiting for me to blow up so they can just sit
And Ive been just getting the bag
Over and over and over
These blues turning my pockets to crips
Im in a fashion show in New York
And i got me some money
I know im pushing myself to the edge
So i gotta go out to London
Therapy sessions been clearing my head and my thoughts
Swear ive been cold as a tundra
And Im a living legend
Tell me that before i got to six feet under
Yea
Im in the basement back to the basics
Keeping the flow till I blow up
Back of the benz Im sipping the drank till I go numb
She came to the show and left with her friends
And we had a foursome
Im on a jet and im getting a check just to fuck it up
As soon as we land
Im hitting the gallery V.I.P. cuz im a 1 of 1
Too many versions of me
I call them my clone sons
Smoking on za za
And yall be on the poh dust
Sipping on mai tai with my feet up
Look at the fans they know us
Doing these shows and these shoots
Im running from the valley to downtown
Fuck all these niggas thats riding my wave
Im hoping these niggas gone drown out
Throwing the shade
I going to black out
GLE AMG im gonna back out
Told me she love me cuz I blew her back out
Lil bitch you is cracked out
I am the number one neigborhood standout
Aint no need me to turn around
I am the number one neigborhood standout
Aint no need me to turn around
I am the number one neigborhood standout
Aint no need me to turn around
Finesse my words its how I speak
Im so poetic to her
I broke her heart and now
Im tryna be a medic to her
Im tryna get us to the end
I know Im ready for it
All these shots up in my veins
Is like Im in a paramedic room
Now im riding round the city
I pull up to clubs they playing my shit
Im spending too many hours
Walking around out on melrose
And I dont got blicks
And I know these niggas they hating
Waiting for me to blow up so they can just sit
And Ive been just getting the bag
Over and over and over
These blues turning my pockets to crips

Finesse my words its how I speak
Im so poetic to her
I broke her heart and now
Im tryna be a medic to her
Im tryna get us to the end
I know Im ready for it
All these shots up in my veins
Is like Im in a paramedic room
Now im riding round the city
I pull up to clubs they playing my shit
Im spending too many hours
Walking around out on melrose
And I dont got blicks
And I know these niggas they hating
Waiting for me to blow up so they can just sit
And Ive been just getting the bag
Over and over and over
These blues turning my pockets to crips
Im in a fashion show in New York
And i got me some money
I know im pushing myself to the edge
So i gotta go out to London
Therapy sessions been clearing my head and my thoughts
Swear ive been cold as a tundra
And Im a living legend
Tell me that before i got to six feet under
Yea
Im in the basement back to the basics
Keeping the flow till I blow up
Back of the benz Im sipping the drank till I go numb
She came to the show and left with her friends
And we had a foursome
Im on a jet and im getting a check just to fuck it up
As soon as we land
Im hitting the gallery V.I.P. cuz im a 1 of 1
Too many versions of me
I call them my clone sons
Smoking on za za
And yall be on the poh dust
Sipping on mai tai with my feet up
Look at the fans they know us
Doing these shows and these shoots
Im running from the valley to downtown
Fuck all these niggas thats riding my wave
Im hoping these niggas gone drown out
Throwing the shade
I going to black out
GLE AMG im gonna back out
Told me she love me cuz I blew her back out
Lil bitch you is cracked out
I am the number one neigborhood standout
Aint no need me to turn around
I am the number one neigborhood standout
Aint no need me to turn around
I am the number one neigborhood standout
Aint no need me to turn around
Finesse my words its how I speak
Im so poetic to her
I broke her heart and now
Im tryna be a medic to her
Im tryna get us to the end
I know Im ready for it
All these shots up in my veins
Is like Im in a paramedic room
Now im riding round the city
I pull up to clubs they playing my shit
Im spending too many hours
Walking around out on melrose
And I dont got blicks
And I know these niggas they hating
Waiting for me to blow up so they can just sit
And Ive been just getting the bag
Over and over and over
These blues turning my pockets to crips