Electric Appeal - Sammy Adams

Oh yeah

Sam Adams

Tiësto

(I got that, I got that, uh)

I got that ketamine kush

I got that Tylenol trainwreck

Knew we knew, baby

Surprised you ain’t heard my name yet

Top of all these hoes

Flying through me since the plane left

Medicine and

Fighting to stop my brain stress

Next

Open for business

Killin' it on this music shit with no permission

Even though all these labels became our competition

I ain’t going out, no-oh, I ain’t going out

I just feel my electric appeal

It’s going out of control, oh oh

It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away

I just feel my electric appeal

It’s going out of control, oh oh

It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away

I’m stuck like a Visa

Louie brown leather

Kush smoke

Got me all high

Never felt better

I’m up in the booth from seven to eleven

Seven to eleven, seven to eleven

I feel so home when I’m on the road

Got a long way to go, go, go

I thought I blow up slow

But that’s not how we roll, no, no, no

That’s just not how we roll

Outside looking in

Damn, it feels different

Then a couple weeks ago when I win few spots that I ain’t ever been

Inhale, breathe slow

Empty gym, free throw

Creative with C notes

While me and my team flow

I just feel

I just feel

I, I, I just feel

Feel, feel, feel

I just feel my electric appeal

It’s going out of control, oh oh

It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away

I just feel my electric appeal

It’s going out of control, oh oh

It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away