Lyrics:
I'm in it it's tinted, so you can't peep in
How you trap all week, then go broke by the weekend
Had the pack boomin' through the bity like speakers
number for the souls under the heavens
Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high
Always home alone and don't you make it up
Rockstyling by the weekend uh
In the streets tell me baby are we wylin?
For my life just keep fighting
You
yeah
Bounce house on a beach
Sand all on my feet, yeah
Bad girls all on me
Summer time the remedy, yeah
I need a beach house in Ibiza
Cold margarita
hate my fucking job
All I wanna do is get rich and do fuck all
Twiddle my thumbs and put my feet up
All I wanna do is get rich and do fuck
twiddle my
to my feet
Bring the empire, down to my feet
We are the creators, we are
Bring the empire, down to my feet
Bring the empire, down to my feet
We are
identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip
identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip
our feet
We keep on rising higher, breezing past defeat
We keep on pushing forward, it's the only way we can be
The climb goes on, we're fuelled by
your hand
No cold heart could turn away
And not be moved by what I saw today:
There on the floor, thirty years or more
He doesn't care, he just
days, on the lake
W your buddies and cold beer
That's all you need for a damn good time catch a tan and a little sunshine
Pop a top, here's to the weekend
Dog yuh cah get cold feet
Yeah karmas been a bitch
And she doh sleep
Yeah meh know some troll
That ah roll deep
Ah thought of concern
But man ah no
I got a sunburn tan line on the back of my neck
That parking lot asphalt is hot on the bottom of my feet
I left my flip flops somewhere on flag
Stick shift
90210
The exit
She heard it all
But I meant it
I left it all
In a message
End it
She just
Left the parkade
In a Lexus
Heart still as cold
Hardly no sleep
Put a runner on the line
Cah the phone's on repeat
Getting money by the day
So the swag's on fleek
Balmains on my skin
And Loubs on my feet
Heart beat floss feet little baby what it du
Aw shit Aw shit she just want me she love you
Nauseous car sick see these hundreds
They're all blue
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
Cause my license been suspended
Pretty girl driving my sports car
Got my feet up on the wood grain, roof missing
You've got that whip appeal
Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
I thought I might begin by filling you in
In case you didn't already know
I'll never forget how you got up
Oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Oh
I thought I might begin by filling you in
In case you didn't already know
I'll never forget how you got up
drive to a holiday weekend
my thirsty car came to a stop at the Reptile Gardens Curio Shop
when a wind came hissing through the vents,
and I felt my
If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
While I was gone I would have asked you
It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
But I felt it
She wanna kick it for the weekend
She wanna put me in the deep end
But I'm busy playing defense
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Sittin' home on a Friday night
Gonna drink me an ice cold beer
Chillin' out like a Sunday drive
Weather's warm this time of year
I been stressin'
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