VMF 966 5/7/18

Thought I would call ya'
'Fore I went to bed baby
Thought I was for ya'
'Till I hit the edge
Oh no no no no
I can't fall

In that one summer
One too many bummers
One too many bumpers bended
Damn that's super terrific
On the one memory but
Look at all the numbers
You start crunchin'
Shit start addin' up
Then "oh damn"
Callin' for subs when it's
Gassed out, ass out
Hashed out, we high dawg
Took the high route, not the high road

Alright ay
We skip school ay
Fuck that
We ain't bout that
Naw fuck that
Ridin' in hellcats
Then we made it from skippin' class
Matter fact ridin' with that flask (Ay)
I got two tone on the door
Suicide matter fact
Watch me hit it with the flow
Slide in like electric slide bitch
Oo touchin' on that bitch
Fuck it
Let me get back in to this shit
Drinking miller lite and natty and such
But fuck it I'm on another level
That you can't touch
Them xans and perkys and tabs done got me filled up
If we drive too fast I get motion sickness have to pull over
Prolly have to throw up
Prolly have to get me something to eat
Take me to the crib
Fuck it
I can't sleep
I got too much shit to think about
All I dream is bout money
And them years they always fuckin' get to me
Fuck it
I wake up

I'm on the lemonade
And that hendusay
Come and call my page baby
I'm just tryna catch me a beep
I'm just tryna skeet on your teeth
I'm just tryna skeet on your face like exfoliation
Oh damn you just got the dedication
Your head like you been doin' this for days and you're practicin'
For the mothafuckin' Olympics girl
You feel me?
You rockin' all that



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Writer(s): Jacob Bass
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