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Peach Tree Rascals

5

[Chorus: Joseph]

Don't tell me what the fuck to do

I'm not into the life you chose

I'm followin' what the greatest do

I've got nothin' left to prove

Don't tell me what the fuck to do

I'm not into the life you chose

I'm followin' what the greatest do

I've got nothin' left to prove

[Verse 1: Issac]

Let me ride in the night time

Let me shine when I want to

Let me take two more shots

Then maybe I'll talk to, you

I don't really go out much, queen

I don't really think doubts a, thing

Drama go up then I go, away

Talk down never see my, face

If a friend change up, never was one

If I hit your line no plus one

If she pay me gotta be a hunnid

Talkin' bout a hit song I want one

Want 2, want 3, want 10

They see me out like damn

I came up showin' love

Now I don't see it back

It's cool though, got no kudos

No dope, got mine from pluto

I kick my vice, I lose those

I aim for Mars no Bruno

[Chorus: Joseph]

Don't tell me what the fuck to do

I'm not into the life you chose

I'm followin' what the greatest do

I've got nothin' left to prove

[Bridge: Issac]

I got my baby waitin' somewhere in the 209

I got a pistol with some bullets if you fuck with mine

I got no hatred in my system why you got to lie

Everybody love to talk, nobody love to work

Fuck all them weirdo guys

[Verse 2: Issac]

I, got my weed and company, I don't like to see police

I cannot be what you want, all I want to be is me

So take that shit to the bank and laugh with it

It's set in stone like an affidavit

I get sick by practicin'

My dream come true, my dream come true

By goin' hard when I do

Everything, my life has molded into all this proof, proof

So call my mom, you can ask

Why I want you oh so bad

Why you call me when I'm sad, it's hard to call you back

[Chorus: Joseph]

Don't tell me what the fuck to do

I'm not into the life you chose

I'm followin' what the greatest do

I've got nothin' left to prove