Dee-Low - Blown Away lyrics

[Hook] Blown away (2X) So blown away, blown away [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, raps I buss 'em Problems with my life, don't discuss 'em Coupes and leer jets, I lust them Can't hear them haters talk, I'm above them But they push me to do it, that's why I love them Fitting snub in the Chevy seat n***a you see the future, that's ahead of me And wish that it was cease to be Buzz and cruise until it became a bang Jet planes in the building, b**h we do our thang Who the main maneuver The coup in Vancouver Canadian ladies is speaking the fly language I'm partially famous, popularity gaining They wondering when I blow Am I gonna lose my other ground So, the answer is hell no I'm definitely maintaining, I'm way too G The other n***as do their thang, but them n***as ain't me Wear what you can't buy, that's why I'm what they can't be [Hook] [Verse 2: Curren$y] Roll something up, Mama we can smoke in here Sneak in here and wink, temps I never bought a pair Out of dress codes, still getting in there Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair MDMA and THC combining She high climbing into the truck We ridin, jack move fool Ain't no denying the cool The mirror image ain't quick enough to mimic my moves You n***as talk as shallow as a kiddie pool Can't articulate themselves in their interviews Rappers on a respirators, breathing through a tube Reviving with the live sh**, we make it good as new Tired of hearin jive sh**? My n***a me too Bad b**hes want the real, baby girl I feel you Only thing I can do is move pen or pencil Write and smoke my life away as I continue [Hook] [Verse 3: Curren$y] Try to act like you ain't know The Planes got it I'm in Chi-town smoking like a train Charlotte Never match, they say I dress train spotter I just stay up collecting sky mileage I'm a high pilot You must acknowledge the fact that I'm not a novice Professional driver on a closed circuit Monster Beats got NASCAR Spitta on them tracks, perfect Grind outta my mind because it's so worth it Enable Spitta to make a big purchase 3 story crib, driveway half-circle Dodge Barracuda, n***a Concrete surfer Engine growling like a rottweiler trynna hurt ya Bags of purple Strong enough To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel Spitta hand deliver fly verses free Accidents on purpose