T.M.P Thriving Must Pay - Glass Ceiling

I was doing 95
Never pump my brakes
If we make it out alive
We should celebrate
Your team running out of air
Let them suffocate
Apostles asking me:'' How does winning taste ?''
Now can you hear me? ( Can you hear me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you hear me? (Can you hear me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Glass drops while I'm bursting trough the ceiling

I do what I wanna
Fuck what Simon says
Real ninja meditating third sensei
Eating pussy and some noodles watching Anime
Skittles on my tongue right next to the molly
Breaking trough the glass ceiling, dynamic entrance
Might guy, open all the doors, I'll be blazing
And I fucking broke the bar
Got no time for raising
Yeah I'm in I'll be busting
I'm a demon, blessing

Coming through the ceiling
I be dressing like the vilain
All the bitches got it twisted like motherfucking ribbon
Call the firemen
Make their pay worth living
Cause I only make fire like the chef in the kitchen
Count down days till I pass away
Bitch you got more chance to find a runaway
Addicted to my shit so they waiting on line
And my swag so fly, they be tripping all the time

I was doing 95
Never pump my brakes
If we make it out alive
We should celebrate
Your team running out of air
Let them suffocate
Apostles asking me:'' How does winning taste ?''
Now can you hear me? ( Can you hear me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you hear me? (Can you hear me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Glass drops while I'm bursting trough the ceiling

Jumping out of B.M's let her sex appeal
Topless ride like she's from Brasil
You don't want no trouble
You don't want no trouble
Double-up the cheese
Pockets like Mc Donalds' (Greasy)
Ponyboy playing with some outsider toys
Not like the rest of y'all
Van Goghing all the noise
Left me no other choice to come back with a vengeance
Power plants like Austin with a stone-cold presence
With a soulful essence
Bottom line, I'm excellent
Why would I lie on my resumé?
Keep you off my will, that's my testament
I just signed three deals
Way to real for some extra shit
I just changed the gears
Feel the chills fucking pessimists
Drinking off my bonus
The models are feeling homeless
Cause they need to change but fuck it, I call it progress
Switch it to the chorus
Too honest
So don't bring problems (Hunh)

I was doing 95
Never pump my brakes
If we make it out alive
We should celebrate
Your team running out of air
Let them suffocate
Apostles asking me:'' How does winning taste ?''
Now can you hear me? ( Can you hear me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you hear me? (Can you hear me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Can you feel me? ( Can you feel me?)
Glass drops while I'm bursting trough the ceiling

Written by:
Emilio Zaga Mendez, Sharleman Haque, Yannick Agboton

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