Lyrics
Baby, I got it up my sleeve
I need some dopamine
We jump right out the limousine
We drop the top and let it ring
They play my cuts Wolverine
A new spot to be in
Baby, we shop European
And I ain't got to put the key in
Still had them on
I run the track marathons
We hit the pack about the bong
And she got gummy undies on and track back
I ain't mean to fuck around
Pour one out for the dead homes
Five minutes out and I'm pulling up dead wrong
Shorty brain game and a head strong, and a head strong
The bottle's empty, I'm on the floor
I always space out, I'm seeing ghosts
I'm at the graveyard, I'm taking thrones
I know you're stressing, you ain't ready for the gold
Baby, I'm coming in hot now, calling shots out
I don't get jiggy like us
Shorty be cool, pass me the tool, I'm dying a fool today
No time to lose, can't get snooze, I got to wake and bake
I'm with the ghosts, I'm with the greats, not the fakes or snakes, nah
Blinded by the dopamine, the truth is in the eyes
Demented in the mental, I was spiraling into time
Can't change smoking our problems away
Your taste and sex was laced
The silence in the meadows and I still hear the crows over
Both of my shoulders, see the angels and the ghosts
Change smoking our problems away
Bury me with a fuckin' full change
Time with you made me realize
You're just another issue I let walk in my life
Can't be timed, you're deep in the flames
Saying got a problem with some bad day
I said I love you and I mean it
But the love made me a demon I can feel it
So much on my power late night
Jimmy fals smoking dallas 40 yard dash
Keenan island moving so fast
Good times nevertheless got me laughing
I woke up at night so tired
I was putting out the fire
Now we out we still wire
Take a ride and you'll get hired
Stupid bitch you're such a liar
And, oh, boy a pussy fighter
There's nothing I might throw
Around with no hand glider
Now it is what it is we gon' go and get rich
And she won't get shit but some dick and chance to hitch
I was doing fine on my own watch me do it again
Got my money and you know I got my family 'till the end
Always finish what I begin
I'll fuck the bitch if she attend
I'll fuck around up in the vans
I'll go ahead and do it again
Can't take my heart
But I can't forget about the nice scar
Blinded by the dopamine, the truth is in the eyes
Demented in the mental, I was spiraling into time
Can't change smoking our problems away
Your taste and sex was laced
Silence in the meadows and I still hear the crows over
Both of my shoulders, see the angels and the ghosts
Change smoking our problems away
Bury me with a fuckin' full change
Spiraling again
Away, yeah
Oh-oh, oh, oh
I don't got no way
Written by: Daxtin Ensminger, JASON COREY, Sherman Ewing
