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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

"Comin' Up" Lyrics- Sam Adams--BostonsBoy!

“Comin’ Up” Lyrics
Sam Adams- Boston’s Boy

Sammy Adams
Comin’ up comin up
Yeah
Boston,
Matty Trump
Yeah
Uhh uhh uhh uhh...


I’m comin’ up
I’m comin’ up all in
Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston
Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter
Nope hotter, hotter
Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

Whaddup haters I’m back so how’s my dick taste
I’m spittin’ grimy like months without toothpaste
Never thought of mixing blood with my confidence
See whats in my city showin love to me’s a consequence
Cause my wealth’s coming whether not you liking it
Felt like the tip of the pen detected counterfeit, Like
You’re girl ain’t never heard of me, Psych
Cause she prolly searched the world for me
Ha haha I laugh on tracks
You burst veins to go hard cause your ass can’t rap
Bout to take off see the stripes and the stars
Out my window plane flyin’ in the air pitch dark, pitch dark

I’m comin’ up
I’m comin’ up all in
Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston
Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter
Nope hotter, hotter
Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

I told me parents that I was gonna get some
Hop on stage and get higher than a jet son
Getting loved homie why you never get none
Born to the game never posed as a stepson
I’m that dude on iTunes what’s next shit
Rewind the track one time before I exit
Like I could give a fuck
Really what ya’ll think
Destiny is blessin’ bartender gimme a tall drank
So I can fade out
Dreams of being played out
City radio I’m good at lookin’ how I made out
On this road my Pop’s paved
Telling me to do what I love so now I’m on stage
Taking shots I’m just tryin’ to get ‘em on cage
Comin’ up hard see the numbers on the fan page
Can’t stop cause they want him on the airwaves
Late night in Boston, west coast into LA

I’m comin’ up
I’m comin’ up all in
Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston
Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter
Nope hotter, hotter
Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

And my skyline’s so contagious
Jet fuel on my tongue ain’t hungover cause I’m wasted
Chewing on success so close I can taste it
Came too far homie feel like im’a make it
Yeah, and you know I’m gon get him
Agencies talking never can forget him
Slowly moving strong in positions that I’m winning
Better let em know, Sammy Adams yeah tell ‘em!

I’m comin’ up
I’m comin’ up all in
Runnin’ in lines from L.A. to Boston
Can’t stop and I told you I promise that you ain’t gonna hear nobody that’s hotter
Nope hotter, hotter
Ain’t nobody that’s hotter

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