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Artiste : Tory Lanez
Titre : The Vent
Yeah (You make me believe, ooh)
Start this shit off right (You make me believe, yeah, yeah)
(Make me believe)
Why don´t we? (Make me believe)

(You make me believe)
Oh, man, oh man (You make me believe)
Feels good though (Make me believe)

Listen
Everybody´s a critic, shit, everybody can get it
Got all these plaques on the wall, man, every car that I sit in and sat and slid in exhaust
Six ceilings, the engine, ceilings with stars, nigga, of course, I´m
Venitian Bridge drivin´, 395 and more alive than I have ever been, spinnin´ night in some time
Did some tusslin´ with thugger friends, but fuck it then, we can´t each other brother ´til somebody fight but nobody die?
I see grey clouds, covered in skies, cover my eyes
Variety, Time magazine cover, cover with lies

Who is payin´ Rolling Stone for these covers and stories?
Smuggle with more than a bunch of lies, their cheese truffled with fries, I
Started this year with Madonna inside my DM, new condo, it´s for my BM
I sit back and double track on that statement, I started cakin´ and then cocked in the colosseum
Ain´t it crazy how life changes? I was popped and now I got the princess of pop on my pages, makin´ statements, it´s outrageous
It´s like Madonna, mama, after all them people you kissed, we couldn´t have did this over a dinner date with some steaks?
I´m goin´ too far, damn, there goes my kiss on the stage
I´m re-cuttin´ my keys, put pad on my sleeve
Leathers in back on my V´s, steppers in back of my seats

Lawyer, I´m smackin´ the fee, I´m so in tact when I speak
Flowin´ so off of the wall, I´m Mike Jack´ on the beat
Bitches still jackin´ my D
They look at Tory like, "He done invented the NFT"
They tried to put me in a box, I said, "Fuck it, I´ma create a small circle then carve my way out the center and then I´m free"
I put more feet on you niggas neck than a centepede, I´m cold as December breeze
Catch me sleepin´ on niggas, no anesthesia
And I´m duckin´ all the Jezebels and Genevieves
Uber eats to ten degrees, triple H, my pedigree
Rappers sit in studio and talk about my moves and how I move
I´m out fuckin´ their bitches, it´s how I do, that´s how I knew

I get the glance of their eye, the "Hey" and the "How are you?"
Soon as the dick get in ´em, infos start to spillin´, listen
I´m like Frank White, sellin´ real bass
I´m not scared of Twitter, it´s not a real place
I give a damn about a opp all on the Instagram
Ten reservated dinners, sittin´ with my bitches, layin´ (Ow, mm, yeah)
I still stop when I go, how am I hot when it´s cold?
They said I was blackballed, my black balls started to show
I feel like I´m on mission, CJ, ride to the Grove, I´m on time and it shows
And Jay just bought the Lambo, 290/two hundred ninety, he glowin´
And fuck a time, shit, I rather share time with my homies

Y´all niggas lost worth like puttin´ diamonds on Rollies
Slime green paint on the Urus, I´m still drivin´ the homies
And some of y´all favorite celebrity bitches, fuck me in private, they hate me in public
Imagine the state of discussion, they say, "Soon as your court case over, my label say it´s cool that we datin´ in public"
I´m like, "Nah, fuck it, I already fucked it"
And by that time I´ll be overseas sippin´ tea and crumpets
I wore the face that you niggas could laugh at, felt like Tyler Perry, Madea´s jumpers
I´m warmin´ up, pre-heat the oven, y´all see me comin´
Who the next celeb to mention me?
Instagram and Twitter tweets, I´ma see ´em eventually

If they say my name, they better say, "He the best" next to me
I just gave the rap game the recipe to NFT and please
Fuck niggas, stop tellin´ me who I sound like
Tellin´ me I sound like, ten different dudes
When them ten different dudes don´t sound alike
How that even makes sense? This shit ain´t even soundin´ right
Fargo
For real, I´m sayin´

We spendin´ like the last days (Ha, haha)
We movin´ like the last train in Paris
It´s on the train tracks, and it´s movin´
We rich forever
I can´t celebrate my past ways
Not when we livin´ in these last days (Haha, ha)

You tellin´ me, "Have faith, have faith, have faith"