Detour
Now I'm running out the back door
What the fuck ya hassling me for
Thought I'd end my life with suicide now I'm on a detour
When I die bury me on the sea floor
And I'm done feeling lonely
Every night I'm free now Steady chilling with the homies
And the fed keeping watch like comey, I'm moving on so
Say goodbye to the old me
Aye I'm a real young boy
Need a real big bag
Never gave no fucks
Never gave no pass
When I got big bucks
Then I sell no pack
Never gave no love
So I need none back
Keep my neck blinging all day now
Want a feature hit my PayPal
Starting the wave cause you played out
Why couldn't you stay down
Everyone saying I'm next up
Don't know my name well it's Xtra
Family saying I messed up
Sleeping on me better rest up
Cause Ain't nobody give a fuck about my feelings
Homie steady smoking poppy seeds for the healing
Taking shots at rappers like it's open fucking season
Always feel like shit and I don't even need a reason
You went and switched up, what the fuck is up with that
Feel the bad blood dripping from the dagger in my back
But things are looking up, tell the world what it is
I'm finally finished trapping out my girls mini fridge
Now I'm running out the back door
What the fuck ya hassling me for
Thought I'd end my life with suicide now I'm on a detour
When I die bury me on the sea floor
And I'm done feeling lonely
Every night I'm free now Steady chilling with the homies
And the fed keeping watch like comey, I'm moving on
Say goodbye to the old me
What the fuck ya hassling me for
Thought I'd end my life with suicide now I'm on a detour
When I die bury me on the sea floor
And I'm done feeling lonely
Every night I'm free now Steady chilling with the homies
And the fed keeping watch like comey, I'm moving on so
Say goodbye to the old me
Aye I'm a real young boy
Need a real big bag
Never gave no fucks
Never gave no pass
When I got big bucks
Then I sell no pack
Never gave no love
So I need none back
Keep my neck blinging all day now
Want a feature hit my PayPal
Starting the wave cause you played out
Why couldn't you stay down
Everyone saying I'm next up
Don't know my name well it's Xtra
Family saying I messed up
Sleeping on me better rest up
Cause Ain't nobody give a fuck about my feelings
Homie steady smoking poppy seeds for the healing
Taking shots at rappers like it's open fucking season
Always feel like shit and I don't even need a reason
You went and switched up, what the fuck is up with that
Feel the bad blood dripping from the dagger in my back
But things are looking up, tell the world what it is
I'm finally finished trapping out my girls mini fridge
Now I'm running out the back door
What the fuck ya hassling me for
Thought I'd end my life with suicide now I'm on a detour
When I die bury me on the sea floor
And I'm done feeling lonely
Every night I'm free now Steady chilling with the homies
And the fed keeping watch like comey, I'm moving on
Say goodbye to the old me
Credits
Writer(s): Brady Ponder, Steven Clayton Roney
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