Summer Sunset
I've been making money it's an awful lot
And I ain't been alone in a while, forgot
What it felt but I know I'm lost
Stuck in the mist and the ambiance
Barely get to breathe when the sun is up
Baby wanna talk and I know I'm wrong
I've been making money and it keeps me up
But no one goes crazy when my song is on
I ain't felt shit in a little bit, yuh
Thousand on my fit that's a little bit much
Now I'm making money, boy I'm really out of touch
Really fucked up, really scared of fucking up
I just wanna lay down smoke my dope
Can't do that I won't sell my soul
2 on Yeezys I sold for 4
Guess I'm still gonna sell a sole
Stay up late and I really make dough
I ain't no cap ass little bitch hoe
Run up on me gotta little bit of dough
Run up on me, boy I bet you won't
I ain't felt shit in a little bit, yuh
Thousand on my fit that's a little bit much
Now I'm making money boy I'm really out of touch
Really fucked up, really scared of fucking up
I've been making money it's an awful lot
And I ain't been alone in a while, forgot
What it felt but I know I'm lost
Stuck in the mist and the ambiance
Barely get to breathe when the sun is up
Baby wanna talk and I know I'm wrong
I've been making money and it keeps me up
But no one goes crazy when my song is on
And I ain't been alone in a while, forgot
What it felt but I know I'm lost
Stuck in the mist and the ambiance
Barely get to breathe when the sun is up
Baby wanna talk and I know I'm wrong
I've been making money and it keeps me up
But no one goes crazy when my song is on
I ain't felt shit in a little bit, yuh
Thousand on my fit that's a little bit much
Now I'm making money, boy I'm really out of touch
Really fucked up, really scared of fucking up
I just wanna lay down smoke my dope
Can't do that I won't sell my soul
2 on Yeezys I sold for 4
Guess I'm still gonna sell a sole
Stay up late and I really make dough
I ain't no cap ass little bitch hoe
Run up on me gotta little bit of dough
Run up on me, boy I bet you won't
I ain't felt shit in a little bit, yuh
Thousand on my fit that's a little bit much
Now I'm making money boy I'm really out of touch
Really fucked up, really scared of fucking up
I've been making money it's an awful lot
And I ain't been alone in a while, forgot
What it felt but I know I'm lost
Stuck in the mist and the ambiance
Barely get to breathe when the sun is up
Baby wanna talk and I know I'm wrong
I've been making money and it keeps me up
But no one goes crazy when my song is on
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Writer(s): Spell Jordan
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