Ty Lorenzo - raze Lyrics

Push it to the side, reminisce
Bring back the older life
You and I both know we miss
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Take tolls on your body
Another one down for the count
I’m about to get out
Baby you could have your party
She don’t want no Gucci or no Goyard
So baby just come right to it
And it’s sold out everywhere
I wonder where you be going now
And I think that I should be rolling out
And I wonder why I’ve been golden
I haven’t seen you
Master of the prospects
Maybe you should watch this
How you gone get to another place
So far away from me
Demolition derby in my head
It’s a crash space
Way better than my last place, yeah
Push it to the side, reminisce
Bring back the older life
You and I both know we miss
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Take tolls on your body
Another one down for the count
I’m about to get out
Baby you could have your party
Salty lips from the ocean
I found a new type of luxury
In the cut with your potion
Don’t plan to give half the glass to concrete
I could pour one out for my dead homie
But you gotta fuck around and give a run for my money
You could get a run for your money
Push it to the side, reminisce
Bring back the older life
You and I both know we miss
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Take tolls on your body
Another one down for the count
I’m about to get out
Baby you could have your party

Push it to the side, reminisce
Bring back the older life
You and I both know we miss
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Take tolls on your body
Another one down for the count
I’m about to get out
Baby you could have your party
She don’t want no Gucci or no Goyard
So baby just come right to it
And it’s sold out everywhere
I wonder where you be going now
And I think that I should be rolling out
And I wonder why I’ve been golden
I haven’t seen you
Master of the prospects
Maybe you should watch this
How you gone get to another place
So far away from me
Demolition derby in my head
It’s a crash space
Way better than my last place, yeah
Push it to the side, reminisce
Bring back the older life
You and I both know we miss
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Take tolls on your body
Another one down for the count
I’m about to get out
Baby you could have your party
Salty lips from the ocean
I found a new type of luxury
In the cut with your potion
Don’t plan to give half the glass to concrete
I could pour one out for my dead homie
But you gotta fuck around and give a run for my money
You could get a run for your money
Push it to the side, reminisce
Bring back the older life
You and I both know we miss
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Take tolls on your body
Another one down for the count
I’m about to get out
Baby you could have your party