STANDING IN THE BREEZEWAY lyrics
by j. sula
[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, check it
Just a kid with some rhythm who's always spitting lines
Rough draft, check it, re-perfect it, every time
Every rhyme is written like I'm getting dimes from listens
It'd be very kind if ya had a little more liquor
'Cause my wounds are still healing up
Gotta be honest girl, I'm not feeling ya