Off Da Meter

Off Da Meter: A Panoramic Journey Through Love, Success, and Resilience
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Lyrics

Automatic, automatic, panoramic coupe

Describing a stylish and automated car with a panoramic roof.

That's my girl, she like to ride panoramic too

Expressing a romantic connection with a girl who enjoys riding in a panoramic car.

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

Sharing a moment of stargazing together through the panoramic roof.

We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

Repeating the theme of enjoying the night sky in the car.


Roll my weed, then

Personal habits of rolling weed.

Pour my lean

Personal habits of consuming lean.

Would you believe I'm blowin' up?

Boasting about success and increasing value in the music industry.

Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up

Discussing professional achievements and rising fees for performances.

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up

Opening up about struggling with recent depression and its effects.

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now

Reflecting on a change in perception from disdain to admiration.

My phone been off the meter

Emphasizing a desire for solitude, avoiding communication, and high demand on the phone.

My phone been off the meter

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I don't want to talk to nobody

Reiterating the wish for isolation and privacy.

And don't want nobody around me

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Fantasizing about me

Indicating that people should wait elsewhere while fantasizing about the artist.

They can wait down in the lobby

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Privacy, please leave my privacy

Stressing the need for privacy and a lack of interest in social interactions.

I don't want to talk to nobody

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Oh, whoever thought you would lie to me

Expressing disappointment in someone who doubted the artist, despite street success.

Supposed to be right here on the side of me

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Countin' me out and you doubted me

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Street nigga, I hit the lottery

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We was supposed to be married

Referencing a disrupted plan to get married and run away.

Pack all our bags, run away to the altar

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Anyone play with my love put a dent in they shit like the strait of Gibraltar

Using a metaphor (Strait of Gibraltar) to threaten those who interfere with love.

God love his children, he's awesome

Gratitude for a supportive and flawless partner sent by a higher power.

He sent me an angel who's flawless

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Got shot in my mouth in '05

Recalling a past incident of violence, seeking support from the partner.

Knocked out my teeth, it was awful

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Was rendered unconscious, I called you

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4:30 AM, you recall it?

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Now that's just a thing of the past

Highlighting a positive shift in circumstances, enjoying life in Lennox.

We in the Lennox and turned up retarded

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Roll my weed

Reiteration of personal habits involving weed and lean.

Pour my lean

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Would you believe I'm blowin' up?

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Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up

Repeating themes of professional success and coping with depression.

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up

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The hoes they used to hate me, love me now

Observing a change in how others perceive the artist, now showing love.

My phone been off the meter

Repeating the idea of a highly active and sought-after phone.

My phone been off the meter

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I don't want to talk to nobody

Reiterating the desire for solitude and no company.

And don't want nobody around me

-

Fantasizing about me

Suggesting that people can wait elsewhere while fantasizing about the artist.

They can wait down in the lobby

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Privacy, please leave my privacy

Reiterating the importance of privacy and a lack of interest in social interactions.

I don't want to talk to nobody

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Oh, no one alive could do your body like I do

Claiming superiority in intimate matters, possibly directed at a past lover.

Got a plug from out of town and we've been making major moves

Highlighting successful collaborations and achievements in business.

I know Vyron Cater, the real Vyron Carter

Asserting authenticity by mentioning a real person and offering proof of contact.

Actin' like you don't believe me

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Pull out my phone, I could call her

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Breadwinner, never change

Proudly affirming loyalty to the label, referencing drug-related imagery, and prioritizing money.

We the strongest label in the game

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Cocaine paint on the Range

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And it's money over everything

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A couple niggas switched on me lord

Acknowledging betrayal but maintaining personal consistency.

But I'ma still stay the same

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Rolling round, I'ma row it down, boulevard mail in the paint

Describing a leisurely drive with confidence, incorporating a metaphor.


Roll my weed

Repetition of personal habits involving weed and lean.

Pour my lean

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Would you believe I'm blowin' up?

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Gettin' 50 Gs a feature, my show price is going up

Reiterating themes of professional success and coping with depression.

Hard to deal with this depression lately I've been throwin' up

-

The hoes they used to hate me, love me now

Observing a change in how others perceive the artist, now showing love.

My phone been off the meter

Repeating the idea of a highly active and sought-after phone.

My phone been off the meter

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I don't want to talk to nobody

Reiterating the desire for solitude and no company.

And don't want nobody around me

-

Fantasizing about me

Suggesting that people can wait elsewhere while fantasizing about the artist.

They can wait down in the lobby

-

Privacy, please leave my privacy

Reiterating the importance of privacy and a lack of interest in social interactions.

I don't want to talk to nobody

-

Panoramic coupe

Revisiting the theme of a stylish and automated car with a panoramic roof.

That's my girlfriend she like to ride panoramic too

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We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

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We gazin' at the stars through this panoramic roof

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Ohh she like to ride remove panoramic coupe

Repeating the romantic connection with a

Ohh she like to ride remove panoramic coupe

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The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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