Parking LOT
Playa out though
Made you this tape for my outro
Called it
Parking Lot
Got the route though
First stop outside your household
In your
Parking Lot
Try to act fine
Even though this shit the last time
I be headed out of state right now
When I'm at the Super 8 I'm down
For you to meet me in the
Parking Lot
Here the room key
Come through the room number 2 3
By that
Parking Lot
If I do leave
Left a little note on the loose leaf in that
Parking Lot
If you burn it
Know it's all good I deserve it
I ain't got a lot to say right now
If you let me see your face I'll bounce
So can you meet me in the
Parking Lot
And Imma take my time
Where I end up next don't mind just not no
Parking Lot
Think I hit state lines
I'm tired Imma close my eyes here in this
Parking Lot
I ain't save shit
Scraping up change just to make it
Got a lot up on my plate right now
And you know I fucking hate my town
So can you meet me in the
Parking Lot
And the whip just died
Tell E take the word I'm fine I'm in this
Parking Lot
And not sure 'bout life
Sat down on the curb I cried all on this
Parking Lot
Saw the sunset
Mind made up I ain't done yet
Gonna ride the interstate right down
How a final little date night sound
Where you can meet me in the
Parking Lot
Whippin' this shit down the five
Light up a spliff and get high yah
I be a bitch with goodbyes
Blow you a kiss in the sky yah
They ain't gon' love me no more
Too late to turn back around
Taping my foot to the floor
Pedal be straight to the ground
Headed nowhere but the skyline
Windows be down while I'm driving
Destiny taking its timing
Hoping it got me some diamonds
Well
Maybe it got me some freedom
Courage to fight all my demons
Praying it got me a crib
I was there sleeping in cars
Swear to God that shit was freezing
But
Maybe that's why I'm this cold
Why I done got all this heart
Why I could dip from the city so quickly
With nobody with me
'Cuz they wasn't there from the start
Fuck your remarks
This ain't no record this heart
This ain't no road it's my soul
I was too done with the bullshit ya'll brought to the table
I'd rather be out on my own in this
Parking Lot
I'll be dreaming in this parking spot
Please don't meet me in this parking lot
Made you this tape for my outro
Called it
Parking Lot
Got the route though
First stop outside your household
In your
Parking Lot
Try to act fine
Even though this shit the last time
I be headed out of state right now
When I'm at the Super 8 I'm down
For you to meet me in the
Parking Lot
Here the room key
Come through the room number 2 3
By that
Parking Lot
If I do leave
Left a little note on the loose leaf in that
Parking Lot
If you burn it
Know it's all good I deserve it
I ain't got a lot to say right now
If you let me see your face I'll bounce
So can you meet me in the
Parking Lot
And Imma take my time
Where I end up next don't mind just not no
Parking Lot
Think I hit state lines
I'm tired Imma close my eyes here in this
Parking Lot
I ain't save shit
Scraping up change just to make it
Got a lot up on my plate right now
And you know I fucking hate my town
So can you meet me in the
Parking Lot
And the whip just died
Tell E take the word I'm fine I'm in this
Parking Lot
And not sure 'bout life
Sat down on the curb I cried all on this
Parking Lot
Saw the sunset
Mind made up I ain't done yet
Gonna ride the interstate right down
How a final little date night sound
Where you can meet me in the
Parking Lot
Whippin' this shit down the five
Light up a spliff and get high yah
I be a bitch with goodbyes
Blow you a kiss in the sky yah
They ain't gon' love me no more
Too late to turn back around
Taping my foot to the floor
Pedal be straight to the ground
Headed nowhere but the skyline
Windows be down while I'm driving
Destiny taking its timing
Hoping it got me some diamonds
Well
Maybe it got me some freedom
Courage to fight all my demons
Praying it got me a crib
I was there sleeping in cars
Swear to God that shit was freezing
But
Maybe that's why I'm this cold
Why I done got all this heart
Why I could dip from the city so quickly
With nobody with me
'Cuz they wasn't there from the start
Fuck your remarks
This ain't no record this heart
This ain't no road it's my soul
I was too done with the bullshit ya'll brought to the table
I'd rather be out on my own in this
Parking Lot
I'll be dreaming in this parking spot
Please don't meet me in this parking lot
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Mccarthy
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