BLASTED (feat. David Tha Sensei & WhatAcuteliar)

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Cordell

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We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
Big black truck I'm dreaming
I got a couple of stars, a couple of phones
A couple, a couple of everything
Really don't know
Standard hoes don't get a pass
Love em selected to say in advance
You got a plan to make it this big
I need to hear it I must admit
The false realities we submit
Can never compare to loving a friend
And loving your woman is sorta like loving the moment
The minute she passes
Time is dancing
Countless fiends is out and prancing,
Woman dancing
Shake that ass
I got a whole lotta cash, I'm willing to blow a bag
I might regret, Yes I will
The pain I seek is not in thrill
Want the fame, Want my shawty
If one must go, I'm sorry Mami
Deuces baby, you know what it is
Need I remind you, God is behind you
You or music? Choose my passion
Stop ya crying, ya over dramatic
We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
I'm never switching my pivot
My head on a swivel to keep up my image
These bitches are evil, got nothing to give em
I can't find the one til i'm one in a million
My mind is too focused on music and bidness
I write what I see but I won't be a witness
I'm talking to God like can I get a witness?
He tell me to pick up my pace like a shipment
Leave rappers as white in the face as my pigment
I'm on the scale like a waiter I tip it
Shows, features, mixtapes I did it
Every game count, we ain't playing a scrimmage
Won't quit on my team, I ain't fucking Ben Simmons
I put myself in the game like its player select
Like I'm on the sideline I know that I got next
Something they should treasure, say that with my chest
Something they should treasure
Only nineteen and I'm just getting better
Goin for dreams, the grind over pleasure
And I gotta mind that was built for the pressure
And I gotta team that will not let me up
I've been on the scene, treat you like an extra
Cause I've been a fiend for the bread and the cheddar
So ima scheme until they say I'm next up
We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
My vision so clouded so here comes the rain
Your man he folded, he got rearranged
F*ck is you calling? Got nothing to say
Bitch I'm so faded I can't feel my brain
That's how it goes when ya heart full of pain
Bitches go ghost, all these bitches be fake
That bitch wanna leave so I give her a rake
All of the memories I had of you
Bitch I just smoked em away
Everytime that I'm depressed
I just sit by myself and I go M.i.a
All of these drugs that I'm taking, Uh
They really got my heart racing, Uh
How come the prettiest ones in the room
Always be evil like satan, yeah
The prettiest ones in the room
Always be evil like satan
Baby you need to sit down
Cause I can just tell that you wasted
Slurring your speech, Talkin to me
And I do not know what you sayin
Getting all angry, for no reason
Baby i'm way too faded, Yeah
We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid
(We getting blasted, we up in the stars
She sings my car when she's up in the car
I'm with the guys, you know we going far
I'm with my girl, you know we going hard
I fall apart at the end of the day
Too much on my heart and it won't go away
We needed space, I don't know what to say
I still make a song cause I need to get paid)

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