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Chief Keef – Drifting Away Lyrics

Chief Keef Drifting Away Lyrics

Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away

Goddamn, n**, taxing like ya Uncle Sam, n**
Goddamn, n**, taxing like ya Uncle Sam, n**

Big rubber bands I’ll be poppin’
In the car lot, get the biggest truck, I’m weighing my options
Baby said I treat her like an option
B****, you ain’t a TV, if you was, I would’ve been muted you
How life been? It’s been beautiful
7000 square feet, n**, coming from a damn cubical
Hole in you same size a hula hoop
Foenem put the beats on ya, n**, now ya f**king name Fruity Loops

Drifting away
B****, I’m so high, I’m
Drifting away
I’m out the door now
Drifting away
Hold on, get yo’ ho, I be
Drifting away
Need to stop smoking, I be
Drifting away
Smoking the dope, now I’m
Drifting away
Thinkin’ ’bout how I ain’t broke, now I be
Drifting away
I ain’t broke, now I be
Drifting away

Aye
Huh
Huh
Go

Call the chicken police, n**, you know I’m having strips
I was one of them n*** puttin’ the sack in Saks Fifth
Ya don’t know how to slide, you ain’t got no motor skills
N** think he goin’ nuts but he going almond milk
Put some holes in his ass, same size Cheerio
I’ll send one from the top rope, Rey Mysterio
6’s won’t fit on the Tonka truck, I need ferris wheels
Run your ass over, Suge Knight, I’m getting overkill
It’s 4 A.M., she freaky, tryin’ to come up over here
Pull a foreign to yo’ hood, the kids runnin’ over here
She outside, I say “What the f**k I tell ya ’bout coming over here?”
When I want it, baby, I’ma tell ya, “Come up over here”

Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
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Drifting away
Drifting away

Money gang
Cap gang

Goddamn, n**, taxing like ya Uncle Sam, n**
Playing, hope that you can swim, n**
It’s outside from the A.M., n**
And Granny ain’t see me till the A.M., I was off that Killa Cam, n**
I got a band for yo’ band, n**
Don’t even ask what’s in my cup, this ain’t color of yo’ skin, n**
I went no pad, no pen, n**
The .22’ll hit the chin and go down to yo’ shin, n**
Truck sit up like a cowboy
I think I got more cars than every member of the Hot Boys
And we got broom sticks, Hogwarts
And I ain’t worried ’bout the opps, we don’t fly the same airport
I be sippin’ on that beetlejuice
Heard you looking for your cat, n**, how it keep gettin’ loose?
If you could, you would fill my shoe
Chief Sosa major, Kanye think he did too

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