Find You
I gotta find you some way
I gotta find you some way
Do 100 to the 8
101 we riding waves
I've been tryna find a wave
But my mind in outer space
Trying a find you some way
Want 'em all to feel the boy
I'm just tryna find my balance
I'm just tryna fill the void
Cos sipping on this liquor
I've been way too tired
Got my mind set up
Feelings going through the wire
Round the way
Around ya way
And all my insides feel like
Passing through shredder
I've been tryna save time but this feeling got me fed up
Gotta wait
Gotta wait
Just Feels bass
Around ya way
Yo I gotta pull up do a hundred shows
Ride around the city shit is getting old
Wanna go abroad travel hit the road
See some newer things yea I gotta know
This shit really how I'm living, really how it goes
When you follow dreams and you set a goal
Only way to know
Only way to know
Gotta get these racks, said she wanna bag
Pack it all up and I place it on her lap
Yea I know her man is probably getting mad
If I clap her just once then he never want her back
And i don't really know how to love hoes
So I Never show no love to a rude bitch
Rather blow a stack for a new whip
If I gotta brag then I do it
I'm feeling like damn I can do it
See these bragging rights make 'em lose it
Cos she just thinks I'm in love with that figure
All about money every time that I'm with her
I don't want to get slumped up by her nigga
A hundred bands make 'em pull hard on the trigger
I gotta find you some way
I gotta find you some way
I gotta find you some way
Do 100 to the 8
101 we riding waves
I've been tryna find a wave
But my mind in outer space
Trying a find you some way
Want 'em all to feel the boy
I'm just tryna find my balance
I'm just tryna fill the void
Cos sipping on this liquor
I've been way too tired
Got my mind set up
Feelings going through the wire
Round the way
Around ya way
And all my insides feel like
Passing through shredder
I've been tryna save time but this feeling got me fed up
Gotta wait
Gotta wait
Just Feels bass
Around ya way
Yo I gotta pull up do a hundred shows
Ride around the city shit is getting old
Wanna go abroad travel hit the road
See some newer things yea I gotta know
This shit really how I'm living, really how it goes
When you follow dreams and you set a goal
Only way to know
Only way to know
Gotta get these racks, said she wanna bag
Pack it all up and I place it on her lap
Yea I know her man is probably getting mad
If I clap her just once then he never want her back
And i don't really know how to love hoes
So I Never show no love to a rude bitch
Rather blow a stack for a new whip
If I gotta brag then I do it
I'm feeling like damn I can do it
See these bragging rights make 'em lose it
Cos she just thinks I'm in love with that figure
All about money every time that I'm with her
I don't want to get slumped up by her nigga
A hundred bands make 'em pull hard on the trigger
I gotta find you some way
I gotta find you some way
Credits
Writer(s): Lazaro Crisanto
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