FIRST CLASS (feat. The Crane)

FIRST CLASS (feat. The Crane) - Gordon Flanders/鹤The Crane

Lyrics by：Gordon Flanders/The Crane/Dessy

Composed by：Gordon Flanders/The Crane

Arranged by：Justin Yau/Gordon Flanders/Playground

Produced by：Justin Yau/Gordon Flanders

Stay up at the nights

Schedule so tight 'bout to catch a flight

Flying like a G6

Got some cavi on the last bite

See me on the news

It ain't something new

All I know is how to keep my cool

Never over-do

Shouldn't interrupt tea-time wit' my wife

Mind your business and be kind

Nothin to prove I'm the best in my zone

Ain't got nothin' to lose I keep tracking milestones

Look how I ball like KD in Sonics

So smooth like criminal tactics

I've murdered beats all by my own

I sold out shows you still can't be my clone

I'm ready to be known

"Welcome back to my throne"

Still fool around when the pressures weight on you

Oh right on right on you

I'm writing all these rhymes to get me out the circus

Chasing all these times my family is my purpose

What got me sinking

What's so intriguing

Nobody can't stop me from rise above

Just need a little extra time

Before I show you who's arrived

Better catch me on the pinnacle

This ain't made up fictional

D**e

Heard they called me goat

Eating all them cheese

Just a man with a soul

Be humble and know the places you belonged to

What about 那几个

难以再想起了

Back then 是谁又搭上流行歌的顺风车

R.I.P. could've been me could've been you if you don't move

Not being rude if we ain't new

愿赌服输 谁也留不住

Woah

The world's not gonna thank you just for trying hard

Don't have to be so proud cause you've been trying hard

Bro why you flexing

Where you getting that from

We ain't even paid that well

Look at 你的报表

矗立了couple milestones

But is it good enough

他说 I don't think so

We're ready to blow up

吃大鱼大肉大的pizza Daddy's home

Dream big lay low

Dream big lay low

Dream big lay low

Dream big lay low

Me and my brother we headlining Coachella

Me and me and my brother we headlining Coachella

I wanna be someone you looking up -to

I wanna be someone that could keep you grounded

I wanna turn into someone that you love

Forget your loss

Remember you keep

Moving on

Till end of dawn

Go take as much as little steps you want to become someone you want

Texts keep blowing up our phone

Crane put my cell on airplane mode next to my scone

Yeah I'm the prophet make profits

We harvest you know

Go on and on and on ohhhh

I sold out shows you still can't be my clone

I'm ready to be known

"Welcome back to my throne"

Still fool around when the pressures weight on you

Oh right on right on