Tracks
Don't Trip
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
100
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Trip
DON'T TRIP
CHORUS
I don't rep I don't step I don't flip I don't dip
I just make papes like they used to make mix tapes
Stay in check give respect hip hop intellect
I just stack chips lay in the cut don't trip
VERSE 1
This metropolis often is stopping us
Prophets predicted this postulate position
You must call me discipline
Listen I have risen on a mission and im through with them
I know youll have to pay someday
Ill be there to collect cash check or intellect
Cause someday youll be free
Someday youll see what it means to mess with true
Blood mc's we participating makin light of levity
Stop roll get out your hole millions of people
Lack complete control your bodys on hold while ya mind grows old
Fast livin tale a toll they was sellin I was sold
I wanted to break the mold
You know how fiends get bold
Stop shot steal your soul
In the dark feelin cold
With no one to hold
Walkin along long roads carryin a heavy load
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't slip and I like to sip slow no mo
Get loose Grey goose put you on the dance floor
What you want to leave for? You and me could be more
You look good in Dior walkin through my front door
Remedy sight sore hot so you heat my core
You don't know whats in store gonna make this one score
And then ill get away fly to tropics on the topic
Get that passport and lock it I got the lear jet on the low
In the valley meet there at midnight
Make sure the cash is right lookin at my clock it says 12:01
I think that shes the one but this players on the run
Had to hit the water to get rid of the gun
I can see us on the beach sippin drinks havin fun
Spot a pair of headlights runnin from the spotlight
Why ya bring the heat on baby?
CHORUS
YOU COULD BE MY LADY
YOU HAVE TO BE CRAZY
YOU MIGHT JUST SAVE ME
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