Lyrics Russ – Foot On The Gas
Text:
Russ:
Yeah
Mama wants to go out break bread
Told her that I need to take a gun, they want me dead
Almost has a heart attack every time I acknowledge it
Told her that I’m sorry, it’s just how it goes
But even if they take me out this life, they can’t take me out this soul
I can never fold, I’ma go harder than ever
I’ma make it through the pain, I’ma weather the weather
Go to Bali just because, buy Ferraris just because
Blow a hundred, leave a fuckin’ Maserati in the club
Just because I’m alive, I’ma own it
Memories are just the times we recognize the moment
So I’ma take the jet to Vegas, put my family on it
Appreciate the people that you got while you can hold ’em
It ain’t about your layup, blog, or your designer
We shouldn’t need no wake up call, fuck a reminder (Yeah)
Sometimes something happens and you hope that it’s just one time
At least your foot is on the gas, you know it’s crunch time
I think we’ll always feel that we don’t have enough time
So, foot on the gas (On the gas)
On my mama, swear to God I’ma ball
Keep my foot on the gas (Gas)
‘Cause you’ll never know when your number’s called
Mix Henny with the juice, leave my life in the booth
Point blank with the truth, that’s me
Love yourself, make a move, to yourself, you should prove
Fuck the rest, let ’em snooze, let ’em sleep
Devin The Dude:
Try not to let it end with a knife or a bullet
‘Cause there’s no sequel
If you wanna stay peaceful, you hang around positive people
Somebody who needs you would truly be hurt
Cryin’ while identifyin’ a bloody t-shirt
You gotta put me first, that means you, mayne
You only live once, don’t be a dunce, dawg, do things
Get fired up like butane, get up and get out
Doin’ something that’s holdin’ you back? Cut that shit out
What you fussin’ about? Complainin’ changes nada
I know I’m not your father but you gotta try harder, ’cause
Russ:
Sometimes something happens and you hope that it’s just one time
At least your foot is on the gas, you know it’s crunch time
I think we’ll always feel that we don’t have enough time
So, foot on the gas (On the gas)
On my mama, swear to God I’ma ball
Keep my foot on the gas (Gas)
‘Cause you’ll never know when your number’s called
