Idea
Know you got an idea in your head
Sorry baby I'm not that
Told her quit while you ahead
Fuck it baby don't stop that
Wrote you a song or ten
But I'm never gon drop that
Every time I feel better I just hop back
And she suck me up good like a shop-vac
Maybe I'm tired of learning my lesson
Maybe I'm reading you by your expression
Told me she lied to me for my protection
But I did the same, don't know why I'm stressing
We don't realize how our words are a weapon
I'm going crazy I need me a session
I've done the most just to cure an erection
I guess you can take this shit as my confession
Here I go
On the road
Know I'm so blessed
No control
I dont know
Why I'm so stressed
Vaminos
Adios
I'm a whole mess
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't gotta ask for it
In the bag like a Jansport
But you know I'm always there for it
We was tighter than my Durag
Got me feeling like who that
Yeah I'm flyer than the Air Force
I wonder who next to flop on me
They drop off and crack like its pottery
Baby come lie to me, I hit the lottery
Counting this bread like monopoly
Know you got an idea in your head
Sorry baby I'm not that
Told her quit while you ahead
Fuck it baby don't stop that
Wrote you a song or ten
But I'm never gon drop that
Every time I feel better I just hop back
And she suck me up good like a shop-vac
Sorry baby I'm not that
Told her quit while you ahead
Fuck it baby don't stop that
Wrote you a song or ten
But I'm never gon drop that
Every time I feel better I just hop back
And she suck me up good like a shop-vac
Maybe I'm tired of learning my lesson
Maybe I'm reading you by your expression
Told me she lied to me for my protection
But I did the same, don't know why I'm stressing
We don't realize how our words are a weapon
I'm going crazy I need me a session
I've done the most just to cure an erection
I guess you can take this shit as my confession
Here I go
On the road
Know I'm so blessed
No control
I dont know
Why I'm so stressed
Vaminos
Adios
I'm a whole mess
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't gotta ask for it
In the bag like a Jansport
But you know I'm always there for it
We was tighter than my Durag
Got me feeling like who that
Yeah I'm flyer than the Air Force
I wonder who next to flop on me
They drop off and crack like its pottery
Baby come lie to me, I hit the lottery
Counting this bread like monopoly
Know you got an idea in your head
Sorry baby I'm not that
Told her quit while you ahead
Fuck it baby don't stop that
Wrote you a song or ten
But I'm never gon drop that
Every time I feel better I just hop back
And she suck me up good like a shop-vac
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Garcia
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