Lyrics:
I'm driving back home tomorrow and you wait there for me
I don't know why you'll always have a piece of me
Things left unsaid, I'm sorry I know you
Took a Juul on my mouth stubbed out the cigar
But it gon’ banned next month
I just started nigga
This government gon’ fuck us from ass nigga
But
I want wanna say that I'm sorry for the week that has been
I guess I'm on edge, just trying to hold it in
I've been trying to figure out what it is I
Got swag
She gon throw that ass (Ass ass)
Too bougie
I like my bitches bad (Bad bad)
MS. Cocky
Look like ASAP Rocky (Rocky rocky)
Wit her pretty ass,
By everything I feel misled
They all think it’s just in my head
They all want something else instead
They all...
Tell me now, what is it that is
One shot maybe two
Hitz Only
Monjo Making Magic
Need a break from this bull too much to do
Been thinking bout you can’t help it ew
All they ever do
Said your nigga fuckin up
Like a bad deal
And you know you fine as fuck
Got mean sex appeal
And your nigga need a push
Yeah he is a lame
Yeah I got
Remind Me I'm Tall
The harder I fight
The harder I fall
Give it my all
But you're calling it quits
Without even one call
I don't need much
We should
I’m sorry, I, won’t take your time
Won’t take your time
I told her what I could tell
But I don’t know the meaning of the words
She yells
That I don’t
Last time I checked, you wasn’t really ‘bout shit
Last time I checked, you was in to some foul shit
Last time I checked, you wasn’t really ‘round
Somebody like me...
You call me up, I'm here no more
You left me right there on the floor
Don't wanna know
What you're doing now
I can't believe, you
Yea
I wonder if I'm being too honest
I keep repeating my words or too modest
I really wanna grow so I settle for the phonics, like a phoenix
I wanna
my lungs to a rasta
Give this dick to Monica
Give my hand in marriage to rap because I'm engaged to rhyme
Marrying verbs to nouns
We haven't
or screaming out the window
This is the life for me it's the only one that I know
And whenever I go for a drive
I try to remember how cool that I thought it
Yeah I've been cooking up
I've been on the low
Watch me whip it up
B**** I'm on a roll
What's been going on
Don't you wanna know
Since you've been
I don't want the glitz and the glam
But I'll do it cause it's all for the fam
I just hope it never change anything
Cause I wanna give em all
Speed racer
Hallucinating
The drive home is illuminating
5 more and I'm in a space ship
One more till the feeling's fading
And the feeling faded
Look outside it's grey
Time to procrastinate
Agro the rough boys
Switch on some CUFBOYS
I got told I got left behind
If that's so then I'm right
Yo
Yo Kris you hear that
The fuck
Whoo
My subconscious
Who the fuck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I
Hold up
I never leave my toaster
Told lil b**** bend over
I hit it right on the sofa
Her friend want to come over
But she got to f*** on my chauffeur
You're not ready
For me to drop steady
I'll drop heavy on you like rain and methamphetamine
You motherfuckers won't even know what's coming
When I
Now I been on the grind
That’s why they call us paid n full money on my mind
A nigga get slimed out idk ya kind
I gotta get mine now he don’t owe ya
I don’t wanna hear a thing
Back on my tring tring let it ring
I just wanna get this paper wrap a hundred with some cling
Got it looking like a brick
Its YGS huh
I just came to the east side you know
I come from the west and come to the east, to see what's happening here
Uhm on my way
You think I
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