Lyrics:
Baby, before you leave gimme kisses on my face
Smoking on this gas, got me feeling like I'm in space
Double cup, sippin on this f*cking toxic waste
I
to go
Hug me
Your sweet smell f****** kills me
I don't want to leave
Running out of time
Running out of time
It's better
That you go
I don't wanna go
I
the whip for real
Coulda gone F1 nigga for real
Lotta these fake niggas claim they real
Never gon chase a Bitch drack chase a mil
Gang gon get a bag n we gon
Fresh beats when you see we every day
One brick mek she dip dat a just chump change
We full a style and fi dem one lame
All a mi friends rich Peddy just
I'm a f****** mess today
Turn it up if you're with me
Living life in a bad dream
Can't get away from anything
Turn it up if you're with me
Yo
Welcome
Vols fer allò que no has fet mai, si per fi li dius adéu, amb un pas valent i estrany i emportar-te allò que és teu. No saps com has aguantat sota
can’t wait to get on that tour
B**** I jump on the beat and I soar.
But if that b**** won’t let me f*** then f*** it I don’t like to chase.
Only made
apart
Then I try write down my thoughts
But all I ask myself is where the f*** shall I start?
Now
I do miss your face
There's nothing to replace
You
a candle
Lit for two
This is where I
G T F O
It's last call
Take your shit
cnd go home
Don't wait up
Tonight
You're spending alone
I can't give what you
of duty mane
Crushing on celebs can't go like that, that bitch a groupie mane
Cross me we can't make amends
Tiered of all my F I E N D S thinking that we
Till we get it right
Big screen niggas
I don't F around with y'all big screen niggas
My homies 'bout to, pull triggers
They don't F around with
premiers comme Attila
Hamilton sur un circuit de F1
Tu penses qu'on joue dans ce shit?
J'ai mis temps et passion pour œuvrer dans ce shit
À l'aise, j'ai pop
live it up (haha)
Had enough, my tommy tucked, pull up in a F1 truck (ah)
Bodybag up in a lake (ah), oh my God, I think he dead (ah)
I'ma pick his
remember playing actions figures, pretending to be bigger, stronger
Dismembered my f
I remember playing actions figures, pretending to be bigger
I was
Ay ay ay, these n***** cappin on me I'm watching your nose
You're steady on my a** yeah, won't f*** wit no hoe
I Know, I'm so close
Cant fold no, I
Maybe not better than sex
A little less
Inner grade
That I gave
To my inner G
An F
The very last F I had left
All I want
Is bitch and a blunt
Type, but
work
Tryna get everyday to feel like november
Hold up man, wait, wait
No time to play, play, play play
I need that ferrari, I need that F40, I need that
take an F i guess
Settle down, settle down
Yeah I know you wanna be the Class Clown
Settle down, settle down
Yeah I know you wanna be the, look
Settle
a f**k, i cannot be worried no more
(Cannot be worried no more)
Im jus gon let em speak, as long as em n****sdon't never come knock on my door
(Never come
défauts avant d'être défunts j'veux une belle finition
Demande à hugo on est pilotes d'f1
Toujours en accélération
(ZEKE)
Aujourd'hui j'l'ai senti
L'envie
playing the game
Guess I'm the one that was chasing the f-
Sometimes I wonder if you care for me
Sometimes I don't care
All I know is that I really loved
what can I say?
F7 Gb7 G7 C7|C11| D7
I’ve been trying for the past few days
G7
desire-ya
Mi wan take yuh di top to see higher-ya
I no fi sleep on you I no dey tiya-ya
Anything I want I know you go do
'Cause baby in the end it's just me
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