"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