Olympians
I️ won't be here forever
My Homies know in times like this
The less I️ sip
The more I️ spit
Fighting of the Vicodin
I️m too good for that bitch
Could of had the world
The day she left the coldest
Wondering will I️ grow up
Now the wait is over
No more pouring up the soda
Shit feels just like a fairy tale
Done popping them xans
You got me in a trance
So Baby do yo dance
Let that body work
Ooo let that body work
Putting in that overtime
Spent a little time
Trying right my wrongs
Never been in love before
Tell me if I️m wrong
Switched my bitch to nextel
Cause you know I️ had to sprint
Dollar signs chasing me
Dollar signs changing me
Whole weekend cost a feature
Now she looking from the bleachers
And she speechless
I️ won't be here forever
My Homies know in times like this
The less I️ sip
The more I️ spit
Fighting of the Vicodin
Fighting fighting
Fighting Fighting
My Homies know in times like this
The less I️ sip
The more I️ spit
Fighting of the Vicodin
Fighting fighting
Fighting Fighting
Flew too close to the sun
Burned my fucking wings
Crazy in the Head
Incredible in bed
Following my path
Just a little off step
Acting so out of pocket
Imma take off like a rocket
She love me when I️m lying
She hate me when I️m honest
Vacations in the tropics
Dropped addiction for that bitch
Now I️m addicted to that bitch
No Olympian
But we bringing home the gold
Bringing home the gold
My Homies know in times like this
The less I️ sip
The more I️ spit
Fighting of the Vicodin
I️m too good for that bitch
Could of had the world
The day she left the coldest
Wondering will I️ grow up
Now the wait is over
No more pouring up the soda
Shit feels just like a fairy tale
Done popping them xans
You got me in a trance
So Baby do yo dance
Let that body work
Ooo let that body work
Putting in that overtime
Spent a little time
Trying right my wrongs
Never been in love before
Tell me if I️m wrong
Switched my bitch to nextel
Cause you know I️ had to sprint
Dollar signs chasing me
Dollar signs changing me
Whole weekend cost a feature
Now she looking from the bleachers
And she speechless
I️ won't be here forever
My Homies know in times like this
The less I️ sip
The more I️ spit
Fighting of the Vicodin
Fighting fighting
Fighting Fighting
My Homies know in times like this
The less I️ sip
The more I️ spit
Fighting of the Vicodin
Fighting fighting
Fighting Fighting
Flew too close to the sun
Burned my fucking wings
Crazy in the Head
Incredible in bed
Following my path
Just a little off step
Acting so out of pocket
Imma take off like a rocket
She love me when I️m lying
She hate me when I️m honest
Vacations in the tropics
Dropped addiction for that bitch
Now I️m addicted to that bitch
No Olympian
But we bringing home the gold
Bringing home the gold
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Writer(s): Reece Geller
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