Veins
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Ice on my veins
Music in my veins
EQ on the bass (Yeah)
That's a great taste (Yeah)
Driving end up crashing in your house
Only 17 and my shit still hitting hard
But I need more cups (Yeah)
I need a cleanup
Dropped my first album
Now I'm smoking wake me up
Drowning in them dreams
Not awake pop me a bean
Hundreds on the screen
That shit fire
That shit lit
Party burning calories
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I was stuck in Rodeo
Don't act like you don't know
T was here when nobody was
One more year and I'mma be your Idol
Wish you had a clone
At least you have a twin
You got me in the zone
With my
Ice on my veins (Yeah)
Music in my veins (Yeah)
EQ on the bass (Yeah)
That's a great taste
Driving end up crashing in your house
Only 17 and my shit still hitting hard
But I need more cups
Pose (Yeah)
Getting close (Yeah)
White nose
Designer clothes (Ooh)
Met gala knows
My wrist frozen (Yeah, frozen)
Like I'm chosen
Touch her, ocean
In the streets
They calling me golden piece
After listening Greece Things
Damn, damn
Froze, froze
Getting close
Froze, getting close
Froze, froze, froze
Getting close, froze, froze
Bitchin'
Oh, Oh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Ice on my veins
Music in my veins
EQ on the bass (Yeah)
That's a great taste (Yeah)
Driving end up crashing in your house
Only 17 and my shit still hitting hard
But I need more cups (Yeah)
I need a cleanup
Dropped my first album
Now I'm smoking wake me up
Drowning in them dreams
Not awake pop me a bean
Hundreds on the screen
That shit fire
That shit lit
Party burning calories
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I was stuck in Rodeo
Don't act like you don't know
T was here when nobody was
One more year and I'mma be your Idol
Wish you had a clone
At least you have a twin
You got me in the zone
With my
Ice on my veins (Yeah)
Music in my veins (Yeah)
EQ on the bass (Yeah)
That's a great taste
Driving end up crashing in your house
Only 17 and my shit still hitting hard
But I need more cups
Pose (Yeah)
Getting close (Yeah)
White nose
Designer clothes (Ooh)
Met gala knows
My wrist frozen (Yeah, frozen)
Like I'm chosen
Touch her, ocean
In the streets
They calling me golden piece
After listening Greece Things
Damn, damn
Froze, froze
Getting close
Froze, getting close
Froze, froze, froze
Getting close, froze, froze
Bitchin'
Credits
Writer(s): Laurentiu Flavius Istrate, Mihai Bratu
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