BO MAMBO
I done came back
After, being gone for so long
Being gone on my own
Almost got lost in my head
Got lost in my own head
Sometimes i'll disappear, back in my own mind
How did I live in here, its so dark inside
Sometimes i'll disappear, back in my own mind
It's kinda lit in here, you should come inside
Y'all know the feel
Wake up, work, go home, roll up and pop some pills
Clubbin' every weekend just to catch a thrill
Swear this life they sellin', swear it isnt' real
Shut the lights, blast the music, thats how we do it
We don't talk about our problems, get lit right through it
And you know whatcha doing, you going through it
Said you know whatcha doing, you going stupid
Like ooohh, she went to Paris and she brought back some new clothes
She love it when I tear off that new Saint Laurent
Another nigga name is everything she want
Yaahhh, save her
I just went ghost
I just went ghost on all the motherfuckers be doing the most
I just went ghost on all of the hoes who was tryna know
What I got inside my head when I'm alone
Shut the lights, blast the music, thats how we do it
We don't talk about our problems, get lit right through it
And you know whatcha doing, you going through it
Said you know whatcha doing, you going stupid
Like ooohh, she went to Paris and she brought back some new clothes
She hate it when I tell her what the fuck she on
Runnin' from her problems only thing she want
Yaahhh, cant save her
Yo, I hate when people underestimate me
Like how fast I am
I'm fast
I'm fast as fuck
Rack it up everyday, I wont lose
Put the money on the table, I wont lose
Get the MAC and the draco, i'll let loose
Do whatever I say so cause you my boo
You stuck off the pill, them diamonds ain't real
Who the fuck is you foolin' when you talking 'bout kills
Should be worried 'bout bills
The clowns in the room be the loudest for real
Don't know how it feel
I'm bout to hit the plug up, cop another seal
Thats just how I deal
Keep on running, running till you run right out of road
And you'll wonder, where the hell am I supposed to go?
If you focus, look inside yourself and at your soul
Then you'll wonder, why the hell am I supposed to go?
After, being gone for so long
Being gone on my own
Almost got lost in my head
Got lost in my own head
Sometimes i'll disappear, back in my own mind
How did I live in here, its so dark inside
Sometimes i'll disappear, back in my own mind
It's kinda lit in here, you should come inside
Y'all know the feel
Wake up, work, go home, roll up and pop some pills
Clubbin' every weekend just to catch a thrill
Swear this life they sellin', swear it isnt' real
Shut the lights, blast the music, thats how we do it
We don't talk about our problems, get lit right through it
And you know whatcha doing, you going through it
Said you know whatcha doing, you going stupid
Like ooohh, she went to Paris and she brought back some new clothes
She love it when I tear off that new Saint Laurent
Another nigga name is everything she want
Yaahhh, save her
I just went ghost
I just went ghost on all the motherfuckers be doing the most
I just went ghost on all of the hoes who was tryna know
What I got inside my head when I'm alone
Shut the lights, blast the music, thats how we do it
We don't talk about our problems, get lit right through it
And you know whatcha doing, you going through it
Said you know whatcha doing, you going stupid
Like ooohh, she went to Paris and she brought back some new clothes
She hate it when I tell her what the fuck she on
Runnin' from her problems only thing she want
Yaahhh, cant save her
Yo, I hate when people underestimate me
Like how fast I am
I'm fast
I'm fast as fuck
Rack it up everyday, I wont lose
Put the money on the table, I wont lose
Get the MAC and the draco, i'll let loose
Do whatever I say so cause you my boo
You stuck off the pill, them diamonds ain't real
Who the fuck is you foolin' when you talking 'bout kills
Should be worried 'bout bills
The clowns in the room be the loudest for real
Don't know how it feel
I'm bout to hit the plug up, cop another seal
Thats just how I deal
Keep on running, running till you run right out of road
And you'll wonder, where the hell am I supposed to go?
If you focus, look inside yourself and at your soul
Then you'll wonder, why the hell am I supposed to go?
Credits
Writer(s): Ismael Saleh
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