Letras
Hundred and eighty degree
Yeah
Uh
Hundred and eighty degree
Nobody waiting for me
Made it Muhammed Ali
What will I be, be
It's all coming to me, yeah
Tired of the back and forth, forth
Fired at the back end sword, sword
Hired by a brand new store
Hundred and eighty degree
Nobody waiting for me
Made it Muhammed Ali
What will I be, yeah
It's all coming to me, me
Tired of the back and forth
Fired at the back end sword
Hired by a brand new store
Tired I've felt before
Held the door
We need people who'll help us set the score
Bet some more
Fly to Madrid no matador
Hide my chick in the backroom door
She keep quiet but she wants more
She keep trying make out on the floor
See that's an option I'd explore
In an oasis
Bitches with braces
Somewhere where space is
Runnin' the mazes
Familiar faces
Yeah
Been on that same old shit
Been on that lame old trick
Been on whole gang go rich
Hundred and eighty degree
Nobody waiting for me
Made it Muhammed Ali
What will I be, be
It's all coming to me, yeah
Tired of the back and forth, forth
Fired at the back end sword, sword
Hired by a brand new store
Hundred and eighty degree
Nobody waiting for me
Made it Muhammed Ali
What will I be, yeah
It's all coming to me, me
Tired of the back and forth
Fired at the back end sword
Hired by a brand new store
Oh yeah we at it again
Mad with a pen
Started at 10, yeah
Up in the den
Few more songs, created again
Hated us when