Listen to All Mine (feat. Taylor Hill) by Trip Lee

All Mine (feat. Taylor Hill)

Trip Lee

Christian & Gospel

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Performer
Taylor Hill
Taylor Hill
Performer
Joe and Bethany Xiques
Joe and Bethany Xiques
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Barefield III
William Barefield III
Composer
Mashell Leroy
Mashell Leroy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mashell Leroy
Mashell Leroy
Producer

Lyrics

All I want's your gaze Some space on your front page The whole world is my stage I'm allergic to the small-time I been out here living like- All my days are paved With plaques, my name engraved Acclaim his chains I slave I'm allergic to the small-time I been out here living like it's all mine 'Til I'm face-down, flat line, no sign Chasing that shine like that's mine Haste, ain't taking no half-time 'Til I'm face-down, flat line, no sign Chasing that shine like that's mine I been out here living like Feels like we got set up My folk can't keep our head up That itch there just won't let up Can't just be big, need mega They treat they life like promo Don't shake my hands like my photo They seem caught where the soul goes slow Running these streets where the logos grow Blue check, that's they limo New fans, that's they pillow Make them sleep well like ditto Small pond, but I'm no minnow No Aux cord, play my demo Look my house up on Zillow, uh Fantasy can't be the answer, uh Vanity nothing but cancer, but still we sip it like Fanta Shameless pursuit, we just run it down Look at me, look at me, bro, we bound Too high on my horse to be underground Stuck in the cycle of likes 'cause they gave us the run around Shooting them selfies, they gun us down Chasing the prize, just look at me Forget 'bout the team, all I want is eyes All I want's your gaze Some space on your front page The whole world is my stage I'm allergic to the small-time I been out here living like it's all mine 'Til I'm face-down, flat line, no sign Chasing that shine like that's mine Haste, ain't taking no half-time 'Til I'm face-down, flat line, no sign Chasing that shine like that's mine I been out here living like- Click below to subscribe I need it, I'm hollow inside Come feed me with followers, I can't say goodbye to any shine Aye, I want it, I'm running low, can you loan it? Tell me what it takes, I'm on it, huh Can't nobody take my moment That's why I'm like, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme that Drop that mic just to get it back Block mine and I will attack Any other goal, put it in the back Bro, 'cause this is my plan To turn the world into my fans To get love, I ain't missing a chance Bro, every brick is for building my brand Call it supply and demand I thirst for love, they supply the glance Fatal attraction, bad romance Livin' for likes, I might die in this dance Man, if we all influencers, bro, would that ruin us? Why we chase followers only to lead them to stupid stuff? All I want's your gaze Some space on your front page The whole world is my stage I'm allergic to the small-time I been out here living like- All my days are paved With plaques, my name engraved Acclaim his chains I slave I'm allergic to the small-time I been out here living like it's all mine
Writer(s): William Barefield, Mashell Leroy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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