Ray, where the fuck are you? Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Oh yes, I'm feelin' this one (Woah, woah) A-A-Astro got it runnin'
Like, I couldn't wait 'till I got me a car I'ma dodge on that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out She live in a young nigga world That's the number one thing, so go get the word out We sendin' out an ambulance, it's a homicide every time we get the word out She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out It don't make sense to me this time The many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved my heart Baby, I don't understand, your heart broken, that's somethin' I can't buy Baby, hearts don't break the same in this side I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah
Gettin' so turnt' I don't even know why Truly, I'm stackin' it up and I don't even try, it must pay to be this fly And the ladies, they look at me, I'm like why? [?] I'm tied Just how I'm feelin' 'bout it baby, nothin', not at all Fuck it, maybe it ain't right
It's not addin' up She get mad when I reply without no heart emotes And I gotta live with more sense when it come to my past and girl just [?] Can't address me jumpin' under every situation No I'm not movin' but I'm [?] Movin' in silence 'bout it baby, said your love is like the [?] Usin' my phone for agents, call me, fuckin' 'gratulations You used to call me [?] talk about me on vacations Fuck it, I'm killin' the vibe, hittin' your iPhone with confirmations Fuck it, I'm gettin' some ice [?] I'm fallin' so deep in love, like, every time I just point the ruler, it don't even make sense I'm like, I don't know How the fuck you think I'ma do this shit without no cardio? She said, "Don, I've been wonderin' the same thing"
Like, I couldn't wait 'till I got me a car I'ma dodge on that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out She live in a young nigga world That's the number one thing, so go get the word out We sendin' out an ambulance, it's a homicide every time we get the word out She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out It don't make sense to me this time The many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved my heart Baby, I don't understand, your heart broken, that's somethin' I can't buy Baby, hearts don't break the same in this side I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah
I know you tryna call my bluff, fuckin' with my ego Always got a friend right by my side, girl, I'm with my ego, yeah Came out the dirt, straight from the midwest, now they feelin' like he cold, yeah So don't be askin' why my heads always up in the clouds, I'm just lookin' at trees bro, yeah Throw it up, throw it up, throw it some more With a vampire bitch, she gon' pour up some more I just blew up a girl, I'ma blow up some more I be going and going and doin' the most I don't know, can this shit get any better? My shoes be designer, my bitch from the [?] Like, Hannah Montana, my bitch lookin' double I got me a drac' and it do all the chatterin Dracos on dracos, I'm killing the chatterin With an industry girl, she in love with her ass Straight to the script then I'm switching the act I got hate in my heart and codine in my body [?] I look back at that shit and it fill me with laughter I got my lil digits up like McJagger Tryna cope with that shit but it's making me sadder Tryna look how to get to the top, but girl, I'm not a ladder And I know my car kinda fast, but I need my shit a lil faster [?] Between me and you, I've been hoping I crash
Like, I couldn't wait 'till I got me a car I'ma dodge on that bitch, I'ma crash, I'ma burn out She live in a young nigga world That's the number one thing, so go get the word out We sendin' out an ambulance, it's a homicide every time we get the word out She callin' me mad as a bitch, it's a homicide every time she get the word out It don't make sense to me this time The many mistakes, the text messages you sent, you could have saved my heart Baby, I don't understand, your heart broken, that's somethin' I can't buy Baby, hearts don't break the same in this side I still walked out with a bigger side, yeah
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Compositores: Brandon Ewer, Daijon Cotty Davis (Dc The Don) (ASCAP), Raymond Reichenbach, Richard Rosson Peek, StarboyEditor: Ultra Tunes (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #45798730 em 05/Set/2024 com dados da UBEM