House of Pharaohs & Jme - New Era Text

Songtext zu New Era

[Intro: JME]
Jeez, what?

[Chorus: JME & Blaze YL ]
Bap, bap, New Era, durag, no cap, serious? What's that?
H.O.P., JME, too much for the speakers, push it back
We need some space, see man in person, blud, don't chat
See man online, don't @ (Alright)

[Verse 1: Blaze YL]
I could do it on my lonely's (Bap, bap)
No more talking (No more)
Don't wanna hear no chat
All I hear is that cap so my ears been folded (Fold up)

I'm hittin' that one and she love the clap too much, I'm ghostin'
Bad bitch been talkin' that badness, she can hold this, chokin'
I'm overseas on a holiday, I'm talkin' them numbers, numbers (What?)
For the money, I'm Forrest Gumpus (Shit), I'm chasin', I'm racin'
Can't fuck with the porkies, no comment in the station
I gotta do the dash from the bacon
That guys are unruly, and that's my cut cah we got the juice, no chaser

[Verse 2: Kevin Taylor]
We got the vibes out, you can't deny
We bring the sauce that you can't provide
If there's a bag then push a reply
She thinks she's mine, but she knows I lie
Bussin' it down, put a whip on my finger
Take your miss with a click of my finger
I get girl, man don't need Tinder


[Verse 3: Sam Wise]
Who said the hustle's nice? (Sheesh)
Who said vibes and stepped in the party but brought no vibes (Sheesh)
We got fancy belts like karate, just like the Malis, I got my guys (Trust)
I'm in Bush, but no I'm not camping (Sheesh)
Quick link in west then slide
Quick link in west then slide (Slide)
I'm the shit, look at the flies (Sheesh)
I'm as pukka as Pukka Pies
Hit booth and burn down mics
I might be a main, but she knows that I'm comin' with sides (Sheesh)
They all wanna wear New Era, but we're the new era (Facts)
My brain don't like computin' fuckeries, says "Network error"

[Chorus: JME]
Bap, bap, New Era, durag, no cap, serious? What's that?
H.O.P., JME, too much for the speakers, push it back
We need some space, see man in person, blud, don't chat
See man online, don't @

[Verse 4: Danny Stern]
Yeah, I like when you do that dance
She wanna ride me, Tour de France (France)
You know when I give you that glance
Fully in awe, she's lovin' my stance
They're askin' why I'm movin' so fast
I'm in a race, I can never come last
I'm out in space, I'm out in space
I'm out in space, fly up to Mars


[Verse 5: Bandanna & JME]
When you talk 'bout bro better mention we, H-O-M-E (M-E)
You know I don't part with the fake
More time to be real, I just wanna make P's (P's)
Chocolato give me cake more time, and it's not even birthday week (Week)
I just wanna roll up, bake one time
In the meetings, still Cali in the jeans
What you know about drip? (What you know about–?)
What you know about days in the trench
Gymnast tryna make that flip (Bap-Bap-Bap, bap)
Overseas with a bad one, talk that talk
Got the walk go with it
New era my fits, since early we did it
Gotta go-go get it (Go get it)
Trust, no L's, just winners

[Chorus: JME]
Bap, bap, New Era, durag, no cap, serious? What's that?
H.O.P., JME, too much for the speakers, push it back
We need some space, see man in person, blud, don't chat
See man online, don't @

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