Stockholm Syndrome ft. Finn & Ty Da Dale Lyrics

Missing in the moment

Too many tomorrows

Won't own it, times borrowed

When one door closes, many more open

Force those hands to feel it like Morse code

I'm learning from a 4-year-old

Presence not affordable, it's priceless

Home is portable, less pricey the more you know

Safe to say calm in crisis but

Whatever floats your boat

Get it together, 2 phones business and pleasure

Success measured by storms I've weathered

Heart on my sweater, my best been better

Now there's no letting up, hold it down never stuck

Grey goose, peking duck

Part the plate, it's the second coming

Start the chase, I was never running

Y'all frontin' for bitches I would never touch, it's funny business

What's the motive if the money isn't

It's the children of the most high, swaggy and the most fly

Type to bust the ratty and the patty they just rode by

No daddy, we just know ma

If you don't remember my 3 for 20s then really, you don't know Ty

Grills like bammas play Alabama like roll tide

Took a piece, made a whole pie

Blow like hair dryers, stashed in the rear tires

Fuck a stove, cooked it up on an air fryer

And brought it all back

Nigga, you don't ball cap

This Chrome Heart paid 7 for the ball cap

I've been stepping like a doormat

And I had a rap sheet before rap

And I had a rap sheet before rap