Alexander King, Jelly Roll - Lifted lyrics
Jelly Roll [Jason Bradley DeFord] Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Alexander King, Jelly Roll - Lifted lyrics]
Make a toast to the past
Let‘s forget together
Rollin‘ so fast we can‘t remember light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Hold up your glass, this to startin over
We smoke up the past
Keep the bottles rollin‘ light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
I know they rather see me
Take a foul, lose it all, hit a couple walls
Not at all, no not involved
And none of that bullshit that y‘all on
I kept my eye on the ball, heart in the cause
These are the results of workin‘ your ass off
And not being phased by a respect call
Livin‘ in the moment
Fuck yesterday and tomorrow
Gettin‘ lifted, high, glasses to the sky
Smokin‘ for all the homies that
Ain‘t make it back alive
Rollin‘ fast, life, channel to four or five
Gotta cover that shit we all fly
Tattoes to remind us of all
The hard times that
Led us here to livin‘ these good lives
We toast it to the past
The music savin‘ our life and the fact
That we finally got it right
Make a toast to the past
Let‘s forget together
Rollin‘ so fast we can‘t remember light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Hold up your glass, this to startin over
We smoke up the past
Keep the bottles rollin‘ light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Call me that sack bubba
I put it in the paper
I get burned in the kitchen
Cookin‘ with the baker
This for all my little buddies
Pushin' for the paper
This for all my little buddies
Fuckin' with the flavors
If you came where we came
From you grab a bottle
And have a toast to everyone
That came from the bottom
Southern by my sound, i put that on my momma
You see it in my golden
Smile everybody know it
Blowin‘ to my city, fans with the sack of gas
Doing the book 50 like i’m trying to
Smile, but they ain‘t really your friends
They wanna see you do good
But never better than them
So fuck with me if you see me in my
City turnin don‘t ask me bout the bitches
Imma leave em bridges burnin‘
People ain't real, you gotta
Live to learn it, the same me
I still like my waffle with the syrup
Make a toast to the past
Let‘s forget together
Rollin‘ so fast we can‘t remember light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Hold up your glass, this to startin over
We smoke up the past
Keep the bottles rollin‘ light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Let‘s forget together
Rollin‘ so fast we can‘t remember light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Hold up your glass, this to startin over
We smoke up the past
Keep the bottles rollin‘ light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
I know they rather see me
Take a foul, lose it all, hit a couple walls
Not at all, no not involved
And none of that bullshit that y‘all on
I kept my eye on the ball, heart in the cause
These are the results of workin‘ your ass off
And not being phased by a respect call
Livin‘ in the moment
Fuck yesterday and tomorrow
Gettin‘ lifted, high, glasses to the sky
Smokin‘ for all the homies that
Ain‘t make it back alive
Rollin‘ fast, life, channel to four or five
Gotta cover that shit we all fly
Tattoes to remind us of all
The hard times that
Led us here to livin‘ these good lives
We toast it to the past
The music savin‘ our life and the fact
That we finally got it right
Make a toast to the past
Let‘s forget together
Rollin‘ so fast we can‘t remember light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Hold up your glass, this to startin over
We smoke up the past
Keep the bottles rollin‘ light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Call me that sack bubba
I put it in the paper
I get burned in the kitchen
Cookin‘ with the baker
This for all my little buddies
Pushin' for the paper
This for all my little buddies
Fuckin' with the flavors
If you came where we came
From you grab a bottle
And have a toast to everyone
That came from the bottom
Southern by my sound, i put that on my momma
You see it in my golden
Smile everybody know it
Blowin‘ to my city, fans with the sack of gas
Doing the book 50 like i’m trying to
Smile, but they ain‘t really your friends
They wanna see you do good
But never better than them
So fuck with me if you see me in my
City turnin don‘t ask me bout the bitches
Imma leave em bridges burnin‘
People ain't real, you gotta
Live to learn it, the same me
I still like my waffle with the syrup
Make a toast to the past
Let‘s forget together
Rollin‘ so fast we can‘t remember light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up
Hold up your glass, this to startin over
We smoke up the past
Keep the bottles rollin‘ light up
We gettin‘ lifted, we gettin‘ lifted
Light up