Lyrics: kuru/carna007/qkueru
Music: kuru/carna007/qkueru
I'm sick of running from myself
This is xaviersobased, and you're listening to nyli (Oh my God)
This is the best beat ever, I swear to God
(Yeah, yeah, bitch, I get my bag, I'm posted in Melrose)
(Yeah, bitch)
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I get my bag, I'm posted in Melrose, I'm with Keegan
Bitch, I keep my strap, this bitch wanna know I'm undefeated
I gotta watch my back, I got what they want, I swear they leeching
Pop this X with me, it's ecstasy, bitch, I'm in love with geeking
Turnt up every weekend, that boy want a free feature, he tweaking
Up this bitch, I'm beaming, live like Roddy, ball out every season
Got too many reasons, you gave me your heart, but I can't keep it
Got the truth inside me, so I'm ****in' speakin', yeah
I'm like, one last time I'ma run this shit, huh, one last time, I'ma run this shit back
Hop in that Buick with carna, you drivin' that Beamer, I think you on crack or somethin', huh
We just been doin' it right, they been bums, they ain't been doin' enough, huh
I just been stressin' myself out, my friends said that I'm doin' tooβ
My friends said that I'm doin' too much, plug me in, think I ran out of trust
With my eight, yeah, you know that it's us
Walk in the club, you know you can't touch, huh
Tenkay rollin' Double Dutch, might fly to Paris to go have a brunch, woah
Treatin' this shit just like fashion week, put a seo on my clutch
Brodie sayin' I'm his clutch, I'ma always be here for my bro, huh
Fly out to another city, "When you think I'll see you?" I don't know, huh
Told me that, "I wanna be you," why would you be me? I don't know
Look in the mirror, can't see me, what do I see? I really can't tell
I know I made a promise I can't keep, I know I made a promise, made you weak
I know these blood ties runnin' deep, when I'm lookin' at you, it's like lookin' at me
When I'm lookin' at you, it's like lookin' at me, psh, uh, yeah, yuh
Lil' bitch, I tweak out, bring out the monster
Yasuyuki, I'm a stomper
I lean out the window, I'm awesome
You gotta fix your posture
I whip up chicken alfredo in the kitchen
Bring me the cheese to the pasta
Yeah, I jump out the house like, yeah
You stuck in the house everyday
Make shit shake, break the sound every way
(Make shit, break shit, nobody safe)
Chop this up, you would've thought I did K
New coupe, glistening white, it ain't mayo
So white, you would've thought I sniffed yayo, oh yeah
Maria, Maria, got body, got body, uh
Move 'til your body hot, my Maria, Maria
Know how to get down, don't be sorry-a, sorry-a
Move to the rhythm, my Maria, Maria
I'm thirty four years old and I'm dying
I don't know where to turn