Relapse (feat. SPEEDWAY FORGIATO)

Santa Klaus To these fucking frauds Gifted with the rap Weaning off Is a fucking chore Put it on a track So I'm sure I ain't going soft Words I can't retract No more raw To the fucking jaw I ain't getting shmacked! Fuck the law Baby fuck the law I ain't going back What's the cause? Baby what's the cause? I ain't going back I ain't going back Hell nah, I ain't going back Hit the Lord With a pregnant pause I ain't going back Back back, back back Put in my face Back track, back track I done lost my way She bad , so bad I just wanna taste Relax, relapse Had to be my fate Do this for my hitters who ain't scared to lose the battle Just another singer singing to my golden shackles Just another sinner sleeping will my darkest shadow Just another symptom when the sipping got you rattled Can't let silly feelings jock me longing for that rocky So I took a bride I wanna ride her with no saddle Asking do you wanna? Then she kissing on my body Told the shorty spell it out I do not fuck with scrabble All at once she let it out I couldn't get a handle The druggy love, it torture us, it torch us like a candle Put it on the wax or on a camel pack The desert is trap You see mirage And think ya habits lost But it just calls you back The siren song Is from the yellow bone That's laying in my lap And she too strong For sober marathon I race her to relapse (Race) (I race her to relapse) (Ooo I think I'm going Back) Santa Klaus To these fucking frauds Gifted with the rap Weaning off Is a fucking chore Put it on a track So I'm sure I ain't going soft Words I can't retract No more raw To the fucking jaw I ain't getting shmacked! Fuck the law Baby fuck the law I ain't going back What's the cause? Baby what's the cause? I ain't going back I ain't going back Hell nah, I ain't going back Hit the Lord With a pregnant pause I ain't going back And shorty playing on my line What's the Hold Up? I hit up bro like drop a deuce up in my soda She hit me up she asking when I'm coming over She need someone to lean on Ain't no room on this shoulder yeah it's over I got 10 shots For any nigga tryna' hate I'm on the same block Speedway smoking gas by the tank Got em' shell shocked These other niggas drawing blanks But bitch it's fast life Hoe I don't ever use my breaks I'm gone