Secrets - Chris Travis

They say I work too much but I just tell 'em keep up

In my sneakers, smoking reefer, ass shaking, ass seizures

Bitch you know I don’t believe ya' paranoia when I’m creepin'

Never sleepin', fuck the sleepers, wide awake I get to dream (aye)

Nigga’s know my name, and I ride with the same clique

Waterboyz ENT, when it’s my shit

When I get played, everybody get to moshing

Fuck boy talk, but they ain’t gon' start shit

I don’t fucking wanna dive in yo' pockets

2015, bitch I’m blowing like a rocket

Backwood lit, like the lights in the lobby

Hotel shit, with your bitches, sukiyaki

She said

I love yo' ass and how you do yo' thang

When I met you, I thought you would never change

Stop killing shit, stealing shit

I don’t really care about your opinion

They gon' remember this year

Bitch, you seeing this

When the motherfucking lights off, these memories

Ya, when you touch shit down, never selling it

When the show done, bet yo' ass gon' remember me

Bitch, can’t call, if ya' ass ain’t feeling it

Won’t be long till they take a nigga serious

But I’m in my home, smoking weed, feeling curious

Bad nigga, perchin', just know he gon' live this shit

Mind don’t slow, like a California nigga, bitch

From the 10−4, you can tell how I live the trip

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(Faded vocals)

Let’s get intimate, let’s get intimate, my division is to get vicious,

the way I see you is, the girl on the hill

They say I work too much but I just tell 'em keep up

In my sneakers, smoking reefer, ass shaking, ass seizures

Bitch you know I don’t believe ya' paranoia when I’m creepin'

Never sleepin', fuck the sleepers, wide awake I get to dream (aye)