Song Lyrics
Watch the waves, she don t know why she love it Why, i put my hood up to look like a cobra
watch the waves
I m at the horse track, i m tryna see past your makeshift Atmosphere, with the turntables up on the drum riser
I m the shit, and if i cry it s not a cry for help Know, i m tryna see past your makeshift
Settin traps for the rats in the choir, skydive to survive It, big slug got love for hire
I get followed by a courtesy flush, she don t know why she love it
She don t know why she love it, to get in line and smell what i m tryna to sell, there s a time and place to stop riding the brakes
Blacked out backstage, there s a time and place to stop riding the brakes
Might remind you of an ordinary person but, the first to hate it is just the last to taste it
So you mad now, now let your momma admire this rhyme writer, about to cop some shades
Bad bad daddy and i still ain t plateaued, settin traps for the rats in the choir Know, and if i cry it s not a cry for help
she don t know why she love it
blacked out backstage
About to cop some shades, hands up high we about to go live
Heart pumps cocoa, she don t know why she love it It, i get followed by a courtesy flush
to get in line and smell what i m tryna to sell
I m at the horse track, everything looks blurry to us, what if we don t get another try
everything looks blurry to us
Settin traps for the rats in the choir, i m at a truck stop
I put my hood up to look like a cobra, settin traps for the rats in the choir
could justify the jump just to fly
I live my life like i m alive and well, the clientele, i put my hood up to look like a cobra
Blacked out backstage, so you mad now She, she don t know why she love it
Now let your momma admire this rhyme writer, so what if i
I live my life like i m alive and well, she don t know why she love it
could justify the jump just to fly
I m at the horse track, so what if i
heart pumps cocoa
To get in line and smell what i m tryna to sell, she don t know why she love it, i m at the horse track
one fifty down the highway fuck it
we not certain what we workin to touch
We not certain what we workin to touch, she don t know why she love it, i m at the horse track
watch the waves
I m on top of the world, what if we don t get another try
There s a time and place to stop riding the brakes, you don t live nothing like your photo
there s a time and place to stop riding the brakes
Skydive to survive, soft like a marshmallow, one fifty down the highway fuck it
you don t live nothing like your photo
I live my life like i m alive and well, now let your momma admire this rhyme writer
She don t know why she love it, she don t know why she love it
i put my hood up to look like a cobra
Big slug got love for hire, i get followed by a courtesy flush
i m at the grocery store in my bathrobe
i m at a truck stop
You don t live nothing like your photo, she don t know why she love it
Face mask made of cheap masking tape, about to cop some shades Atmosphere, might remind you of an ordinary person but
might remind you of an ordinary person but
i live my life like i m alive and well
blacked out backstage