Omw

Goddamn
Fuck an advance, I got my fans, I'll be straight
Polo pants, smoking thrax, I'm OK
Won't go away, no, what she say?
She want my hands 'round her throat, I'm on my way

I'm on my, I'm on my, on my way
On my, on my, on my way
I'm on my, I'm on my, on my way
On my, on my, on my way

Just stay consistent
Keep your distance
I hate the things you mention, baby
No, there's nothing missing, baby
Please don't leave 'lone
Don't know where to go
Hate it when I'm all alone
Hate it when I'm all alone
Smoke that kush, that strong
Need my check, I'm gone
I'ma get my money long
I'ma always smoke that strong
Need no check bouncing
I don't even need allowance
She wan' top, she 'bout it
I lost my head, she found it, uh-huh
Two hits and I'm dead
Fucked up, don't know what I said
No trust, think I learned my lesson
With you, I was in my best in it all
Christian Dior
Bad bitch with me, I ignore
Even wanted more, ha
I can't give you more

Goddamn
Fuck an advance, I got my fans, I'll be straight
Polo pants, smoking thrax, I'm OK
Won't go away, no, what she say?
She want my hands 'round her throat, I'm on my way

I'm on my, I'm on my, on my way
On my, on my, on my way
I'm on my, I'm on my, on my way
On my, on my, on my way



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Mills, Nate Fox, Mike Hector
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