​heylog - ​maduro lyrics

(heylog) sir, if you'd like to smoke
You need to be another twenty
Feet from the door
So, roll me further, bitch

Don't you ever talk about me or
You're gonna get yourself hurt
Wake up and I'm winning
How does second feel when I'm first?
My life might be lame
But at least that I'm not lamer
I gotta get going and I hope to see you never

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm getting closеr and closer
And closer and closer
And closеr and closer and closer and closer
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
'Cause I'ma steer off if
I keep losing composure
You're getting closer and closer
And closer and closer
And closer and closer and closer and close
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's
If you ever talk about me, boy
You're gonna get your ego hurt
How does second feel when I'm
Consistently just placing first?
Maybe you'll reflect from your mistakes
Just how I have learned we are not the same
'cause you are opposite of d
I have fun, I don't need a beer
You talk and it goes out my ear
My hair smells like tobacco smoke
Puff cigars, the brand's Maduro
She's wasted while I'm cooking heat
(Damn, son) i can't talk, I'm making a beat
Can't text, I'm sweating down my chin
Pump iron bumping 2hollis

Now don't you ever talk about me
Or you're gonna get yourself hurt
Wake up and I'm winning
How does second feel when I'm first?
My life might be lame
But at least that I'm not lamer
I gotta get going and I hope to see you never

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah