No Trace

Album cover art for "No Trace" by TRA (USA)

TRA (USA) - Rap, Hip-Hop

No Trace

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[Verse 1] Take what I want, make no mistakes Got no complaints, filling the gape, taking the bait (Yeah) Leaving no trace yeah shoot into space It's worth the wait when I fill up my plate when I stack on those weights Make me create yeah Been a fucking minute since a mother fucker did it Never hit it I admit it Do you dig it, imma get it Seven digits imma bring it I've been going off like a mother fucking rocket, tell me who's gonna stop it Just try to top it, just try to cop it I only drop hot shit, only drop bop shit Pick up your bitch, flip on the switch yeah shit starts at six Yeah writing down scripts yeah taking those trips Yeah never gone slip when I'm making those tips ah [Chorus] Wish I could leave no trace Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait yeah (Ayy) Wish I could leave no trace Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait Yeah [Verse 2] Hide in the dark, spitting those bars (Yeah) Writing remarks, fucked up my heart Where do I start, hate being apart yeah (Ayy) When I hurt, I can't flirt, I'm just dirt, I convert, I assert, I exert too much hurt Took down my fort for sport [Chorus] Wish I could leave no trace Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait yeah Wish I could leave no trace Yeah wish I could have my space, but it's not my place She ain't my date, I just have to wait, she gotta have that trait Yeah [Verse 3] Switching and making it darker Just give me a minute and imma go farther Far from departure, this shit is harder Just took your bitch when I gave her my charger I'm living larger, don't play those tricks cause I'm living smarter Got me a fit and that's just for starters Yeah living a mile from the harbor, living a mile from the barber Fucked me up and now I got armor, call me a charmer Call you a bitch and that shit hits like karma Fighting my nerves is like fighting like Sparta I got a target, just took a flight from Miami to Charlotte Not rich yet but I'm still a threat Just place your bets and I'll put the dumb bitches into debt without breaking a goddamn sweat [Verse 4] Yeah jumping back in yeah where the fuck have I been yeah Ain't done till I fin Just give me a minute yeah my shit is vivid I got a flow you can't mimic I'm my own worst critic Got me stressing bout the analytics (Ayy) But I kill those goddamn lyrics (Ah)

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  • Tyler Aeschlimann