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letra de cannonball! - jacob daley

(verse one)

testing testing 1, 2 lemme kick off
breaker breaker 1,9 watch me spin off
send the info cop cars on my radar
gta 5 stars when i take off

like d-mn i thank god when i see em uh huh
cuz i would hate it if i had to be them uh huh
she got her hands in the air when she singing my song
but got a man who’s a fan but she need a lebron
i never slur with words sh-t i lead with the charm
that’s how i left paid the check with a thing on my arm
send em in
rap song syndicate
i greet the benjamins
with the devils grin
this sh-t i penciled in
newest testament
i can not sms with no middle man
dog
you call him big homie
that’s my little man dog
can’t speak for my work i just get it in

(chorus)
she said do u got a light?
nah b-tch i am the light
ummm
ooh they walk in my name jesus christ
she said do you got a light
nah b-tch i am the light
yawwwwn
y’all soft all bark no bite

i got sh-t to prove yea i got sh-t
im jumping in
money on my mind
aye clear the way yall!
i got sh-t to prove yea i got sh-t
im jumping in
money on my mind
clear the way for the cannnonball!

(verse 2)

ok
105 fast ball
bartender last call
spin
i’m the team captain
you a mascot
bae throw in a bath bomb
gotta clear the bad thoughts
wins
on my record
y’all in the l column
i’m like saoirse ronan when i go in
b-tch i’m half irish
my pops look like sonan
my moms filipina
i jalen green hang on the rim
lift my feet up
mamacita
f-ck a bff i’m tryna be a hero
clark kent champion of the people
reading novels
real low libido
looking for the door dash through the peephole
i was flashy with the mask magneto
took my youth soccer team to get lunch down at ledos
at the mall finna ball on some pre rolls
youngest with the trophy
2011 d rose
(chorus)

she said do u got a light?
nah b-tch i am the light
ummm
ooh they walk in my name jesus christ
she said do you got a light
nah b-tch i am the light
yawwwwn
y’all soft all bark no bite

i got sh-t to prove yea i got sh-t
im jumping in
money on my mind
aye clear the way yall!
i got sh-t to prove yea i got sh-t
im jumping in
money on my mind

(verse 3)

dog i do this all the time
it’s embedded in my skin
lapping y’all an i ain’t trying
in a golf cart flying
stop me when i start lying
i was off on a boat doing nautical things
i’m go eenie minie moe with the corduroy st–ze
baby karma come around when you doing nice things
coca cola iceee
ooh i think they like me
aye the instrumental sound like the icecream man coming
i be the man
in the pink san fran hoodie
when i whip around
sh-t they all pan cameras
art from start
mama taught me well
im more tb12
than a john manziel
count me out at the start
but the time gon’ tell
i got verses i got purpose
and they not for sale
pocket watching me
worry bout yourself feel me

- jacob daley

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