Beckham Lyrics
| Song | Beckham |
| Artist | Ayun Bassa |
| Artist | Brandon Banks |
| Album | Beckham |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| oversteppin’ | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can’t manage | |
| Talking crazy looking sick | |
| Looking like food looking looking a lick | |
| looking mm good I been on my shit | |
| I be grateful just to exist | |
| I be faithful yes to my chick | |
| Ain’t no angel I can admit | |
| I be smoking N be drinking fifths | |
| You a liar telling myths | |
| Ima legend before this shit | |
| Thru the fire n the mist | |
| I reach higher | |
| Than the choir | |
| I’m adaptive as it gets | |
| bout action get em flick | |
| Take a picture for ya bih | |
| Say my name before the year end | |
| I been thinking about the back end | |
| I just kick n bend like Beckham | |
| Give bread away like Odell on the field to my niggas | |
| When I get it you got it | |
| You get it my nigga? | |
| when i get you got it come on | |
| come on | |
| oversteppin’ | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can’t manage | |
| Future odd like Clancy had managed | |
| Crossfaded find sight On canvas | |
| The judge and my foe keep hammers | |
| For I sleep night night find prayer | |
| Creep creep tlc on air | |
| These feet in these sneaks | |
| Ain’t cheap | |
| And the pair | |
| Pretty fair | |
| Ima walk on air | |
| Can’t walk on water | |
| Been walking on shells | |
| (verse) | |
| tip-toeing you could lose your step | |
| had to oscillate | |
| pedal out the deep end | |
| now i’m rising in a sequence | |
| and these, niggas tried to confiscate | |
| my tools but i’m quick witted | |
| could press but i keep my cool | |
| make use of the gifts given, i’m... | |
| oversteppin’ | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can’t manage |
| oversteppin' | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can' t manage | |
| Talking crazy looking sick | |
| Looking like food looking looking a lick | |
| looking mm good I been on my shit | |
| I be grateful just to exist | |
| I be faithful yes to my chick | |
| Ain' t no angel I can admit | |
| I be smoking N be drinking fifths | |
| You a liar telling myths | |
| Ima legend before this shit | |
| Thru the fire n the mist | |
| I reach higher | |
| Than the choir | |
| I' m adaptive as it gets | |
| bout action get em flick | |
| Take a picture for ya bih | |
| Say my name before the year end | |
| I been thinking about the back end | |
| I just kick n bend like Beckham | |
| Give bread away like Odell on the field to my niggas | |
| When I get it you got it | |
| You get it my nigga? | |
| when i get you got it come on | |
| come on | |
| oversteppin' | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can' t manage | |
| Future odd like Clancy had managed | |
| Crossfaded find sight On canvas | |
| The judge and my foe keep hammers | |
| For I sleep night night find prayer | |
| Creep creep tlc on air | |
| These feet in these sneaks | |
| Ain' t cheap | |
| And the pair | |
| Pretty fair | |
| Ima walk on air | |
| Can' t walk on water | |
| Been walking on shells | |
| verse | |
| tip-toeing you could lose your step | |
| had to oscillate | |
| pedal out the deep end | |
| now i' m rising in a sequence | |
| and these, niggas tried to confiscate | |
| my tools but i' m quick witted | |
| could press but i keep my cool | |
| make use of the gifts given, i' m. . . | |
| oversteppin' | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can' t manage |
| oversteppin' | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can' t manage | |
| Talking crazy looking sick | |
| Looking like food looking looking a lick | |
| looking mm good I been on my shit | |
| I be grateful just to exist | |
| I be faithful yes to my chick | |
| Ain' t no angel I can admit | |
| I be smoking N be drinking fifths | |
| You a liar telling myths | |
| Ima legend before this shit | |
| Thru the fire n the mist | |
| I reach higher | |
| Than the choir | |
| I' m adaptive as it gets | |
| bout action get em flick | |
| Take a picture for ya bih | |
| Say my name before the year end | |
| I been thinking about the back end | |
| I just kick n bend like Beckham | |
| Give bread away like Odell on the field to my niggas | |
| When I get it you got it | |
| You get it my nigga? | |
| when i get you got it come on | |
| come on | |
| oversteppin' | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can' t manage | |
| Future odd like Clancy had managed | |
| Crossfaded find sight On canvas | |
| The judge and my foe keep hammers | |
| For I sleep night night find prayer | |
| Creep creep tlc on air | |
| These feet in these sneaks | |
| Ain' t cheap | |
| And the pair | |
| Pretty fair | |
| Ima walk on air | |
| Can' t walk on water | |
| Been walking on shells | |
| verse | |
| tip-toeing you could lose your step | |
| had to oscillate | |
| pedal out the deep end | |
| now i' m rising in a sequence | |
| and these, niggas tried to confiscate | |
| my tools but i' m quick witted | |
| could press but i keep my cool | |
| make use of the gifts given, i' m. . . | |
| oversteppin' | |
| overstated | |
| these bounds got too much leverage | |
| i hit the field like zelda | |
| blow through i feel like beckham | |
| these walls i could not scale | |
| may be my stairs to heaven | |
| no hurdle i can' t manage |
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