BROTHERS

I ride, I die, I fight for the crew
I’m high on flights, I’m tight with my dudes
I fly sky high, new heights with each other
Take pride in my brothers, we on
So many days that I think about
Where would I be if I hadn’t met the team down south?
If I stayed up top, would we still throw discs?
All the videos I see say «Yes»
And I miss that, but I like the chit-chat here
Got a room full of bros and they all say «Cheers»
When I drop these songs, and they dropping they own now
We got an annual spring time show now
I thank God for the detour
I thank God for the words that I slipped onto Detour
I thank God for the days with the flock
But I now thank God for the gang near the Rock
And it’s all the same team, like Swoope
Like Cinema, Savage is the homie
We’d be nothing if I didn’t come down to the big TX
Wouldn’t have any of my D-Town friends
Wouldn’t be anywhere near the tip of the iceberg
Nice words couldn’t do it justice, man, I might swerve
Back on the interstate just to take a trip to my inner state
I miss y’all, that’s a little late
And I know if we tried, we could take on the world
But first we gotta focus on just finding a girl
I’m just glad we call from all over the world
All over the states, know the goons in each borough
I ride, I die, I fight for the crew
I’m high on flights, I’m tight with my dudes
I fly sky high, new heights with each other
Take pride in my brothers, we on
And I know that we far away
But we gotta make it all the way
And when I’m on tour, know I’m stopping
And I’m picking y’all up, better hop in
Thought about making this another «Woodlane»
But I did that, and it’s good, man
I don’t want to be dwelling upon the past
It was good while it lasted, but it’s just drastically different now
And we all know that
We’ll never go back to «Tunnel Vision» with Kodak
We’ll never go back to burger nuggets on stoves, man
Look at what I’m doing
I can’t help but keep on trying to get the old back
New me, new crew
Knew we couldn’t do the long term well
It’s just not what we’re used to
Used to the face-to-face, not place-to-place
But place-to-place, I always long for the face-to-face
And that’s proof you my bros, and that’s a fact
I’m grateful for the minutes in the days that we laughed
Looking forward to the saving of dates and new pads
Having drinks as we sit on someone’s porch
And we laugh again, take jabs again
Tell the kids to quiet down, man
You talking to your rapper friend
Play an old playlist, say «these were the greatest»
Lift the shirt when the track from Cascada hits
And I know if we tried, we could take on the world
But first we gotta focus on just finding a girl
I’m just glad we call from all over the world
All over the states, know the goons in each borough
I ride, I die, I fight for the crew
I’m high on flights, I’m tight with my dudes
I fly sky high, new heights with each other
Take pride in my brothers, we on
And I know that we far away
But we gotta make it all the way
And when I’m on tour, know I’m stopping
And I’m picking y’all up, better hop in
I ride, I die, I fight for the crew
I’m high on flights, I’m tight with my dudes
I fly sky high, new heights with each other
Take pride in my brothers, we on