Lyrics:
Why can't I change
Why is there stress
What happened to always being my best
What's coming next
When will I rest
When will I not be upset
I'm
you out I might get a heart a attack
I'm 'bout to leave you soulless won't get your pulse back
You tryna take me out it's my birthday
Tryna do somethin'
Put my bitch in new designer, yea yea yea
Blow a bag cus she a rider, yea yea yea
Girl i love when I’m inside ya
I’m gone kill it Michael Myers
Put
Level up and it ain’t nothing they can say
I don’t want no pussy nigga around my way
Counting money and I’m chilling with my bae
Nigga you already
Learn to move past my mistakes so I'm better
Know my money long I should probably keep a ledger
I mean it's really long I don't even need to measure
I'm not gonna run no more
I'm not gonna run no more
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
I'm not gonna run no more
I'm not gonna run no more
I
I am ready to hear
I am ready to see
I am ready to feel
I am ready to breathe
I'm just tearing at myself
Ripping the seams
I'm just peeling back
Get it on the floor, get it on the floor
Mermaids in free, get your tickets at the door
Tried to bring the drama, but they didn't want the smoke
I'm
interstate line
In the 702 i'm riding the grind
I said 215 interstate line
In the 702 i'm riding the grind
Uh uh Woo Woo
Uh uh Woo Woo
Cruisin on 95 ferrari
Swimmin in a fish tank
I'm comin from the ocean of funk it ain't no quick way
The sauce is universal they won't teach at university
Lookin me in the face
Shawty playin' games and I think I'm on the defense
Dive into the game like I'm swimming in the deep end
She wanna fuck but I really think it depends
I'm in creep mode
Listening to Cee-Lo Green
Riding solo, clean I be solo
I'm in creep mode
Listening to Cee-Lo Green
Riding solo, clean I be solo
I'm
Run, Run, Run
Run, Run, Run
I've been running for a long time
I never thought I would cross the line
Now I'm coming right back to where I started
Fuck the drinks, fuck the drugs I've had enough I can't focus on a single fucking thing
I don't even know how I'm writing the songs I sing
Inside I'm
face aye
You know Imma always keep you safe
Get so high it feel like I'm in outer space
Nascar digi-dash I do the race
I'm in luck yeah you know I keep
You the best i've never had
You the one that got away
I'm still crazy for you
I'm still waiting on you
You the best i've never had
You the one that
I'm OuttaDaBlue Yeah
You not my homie my nigga
I'm in the hills with the figures
No competition my nigga
Who wants to play with the winners
I'll
Yeah get to the money go get it
Coming up quick like I'm Nick Foles with it
I been digging these holes like I'm zero with it
I been fucking these
wanted a taste
And now you pray
Praying for me back
I'm in my bag now
No you can't get me back
You praying on my downfall
Is this real love?
No not at all
take a lot of things for granted but I pray I don't lose it
Too many choices I can make it
I'm so chosen they help me choose it
Be careful sometimes
Hello
Hey babe
I was calling you before to see where you was at
Yeah, I was calling you before
I'm at the studio now though so imma call you as soon
cola
The fifth shoot boulders niggas ain't real they cobras
I'm on the south in the heart of the trenches I'm mobbing with soldiers
Fox five breaking
man
Driver seat, you better sit back
Still grinding fuck the riff raff
I been working for a big bag
They stole yo flow you better get that
I’m serving
The hat I be rocking is Kappa
You know I ain't doing no capping though
I know these niggas be acting
Leo Di Caprio
Talk yo shit
I’m trapping out
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