Lyrics: Justice Martin/Nicholas Trahan/Danny Solet Jr.
Music: Justice Martin/Nicholas Trahan/Danny Solet Jr.
Uh, knock that lil' lame off his horse if he talkin' down
Got a Spanish thang with me, in just a gown
Really move like Obama when I'm in town
Countin' up cash, hoe, you talk a lot
Be sittin' too figgity, fucк a drop
I know they be plottin' like oswal
She say that she love me, she speedballin', Milly
The sound that you hear in the corner is me
Wandering the house, I can't breathe, I can't sleep
Our current state is slipping
We've turned into sheep
The ache in your chest while you scream
This might be killing me
This might be killing me
Uh, bring it right back and gеt down with the gang
Just hit up the plug, told him, "Send 'еm on through"
Yeah, I know that's your girl but she loving the crew
This whip a few figures, just get out the way
Where is the money? Ain't come here to play
Fucк it up, fucк it up
Laws hit the lights, they ain't know this a race
Glock with a beam, I don't need any mace
Go on and touch me
I've given up hope of ever waking from the ground
I'm losing my mind
When I sleep, I hear it call
I'm losing my mind
Can hear it living in the walls
The grip on me can feel it start to slip away
This might be killing me
This might be killing me
Booted up, yeah, I'm on one, uh-huh
It's only going one way
I can promise this ain't what you want, yeah
You're gonna make my day
Booted up, yeah, we on one, uh-huh
It's only going one way
I can promise this ain't what you want, yeah
You're gonna make my day
Uh
Can you stop talking please?
I think I'm 'bout to break
Life's just forever grey
My futures looking bleak
This is not what I want
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