LORD KNOWS Lyrics

Old town road

She gone give me brain

On the old town road

Turn the auto down, turn it down a little more

Turn the autotune down just a little more

She gone give me brain in the old town road

I might go to Spain with my old ass hoe

When I sip this drank I might move slomo

I cannot complain, only the Lord knows

Pimping with no cane, shopping in SoHo

When I'm with my bae, we smoke on Melrose

Upgraded myself, suicide two doors

I don't need no help, on my wrist Hublot

Bitch I'm smoking gas smoking gas in the lounge lounge

Play about my cash then you know it's goin down down

Playing with my feelings ima turn into a hound hound

But as long as we keep winning, we get money by the pound pound

We gone keep stacking these digits we stacking these digits don't give to these bitches

I'm at the top of the building I shoot with precision I shoot I don't miss it

I fell in love with this girl she cooking me breakfast she cooking me biscuit

I'm finna drown in her water I'm goin in raw but this shit really risky

Feeling like the mayor, The opps is on my radar

Not diving in to save her, I don't know what to say now

I told them hoes to lay off, cause all my work done payed off

Me and my bae gone take off, and Rest In Peace to Young Dolph

She gone give me brain in the old town road

I might go to Spain with my old ass hoe

When I sip this drank I might move slomo

I cannot complain, only the Lord knows

Pimping with no cane, shopping in SoHo

When I'm with my bae, we smoke on Melrose

Upgraded myself, suicide two doors

I don't need no help, on my wrist Hublot