p a i n
Roll destroy past the payrise
But holding on will start the payrise
And I'm asleep and falling
For so long! For so long!
Since I'm white, smoke gas in the fast lane
Name the amount of times I used to pull you in the backseat
Now I need a backpack, I'm running around the polo
All in the place where we gas in the ozone
I need Da Vinci guarding your place
Fizz in the back and let far fore take
Best then I simp, then feeling so gay
Take out the you while you found your way
I'm loosin' and choosin' and bitch I'm abusin
And hit the bong ripping on, tripping on, protozone
Baby when will we end up in the say
You ain't the one must of dropped out of plane
It was written like the words on my face
She was addicted my mum on the day
Always conflicted just stay in your place
I was evicted could never get a break
Maybe it was fucked up, being in love
Drank champaign bottles at the club
Lights flashing
Bottle on my wing
Living at a ging while I sip my cup
I was your main boy
You were my main girl
Hopped on the place to my mine you mine main hoe
I was down boogie so what does that mean
Smoking my problems away in a week
But holding on will start the payrise
And I'm asleep and falling
For so long! For so long!
Since I'm white, smoke gas in the fast lane
Name the amount of times I used to pull you in the backseat
Now I need a backpack, I'm running around the polo
All in the place where we gas in the ozone
I need Da Vinci guarding your place
Fizz in the back and let far fore take
Best then I simp, then feeling so gay
Take out the you while you found your way
I'm loosin' and choosin' and bitch I'm abusin
And hit the bong ripping on, tripping on, protozone
Baby when will we end up in the say
You ain't the one must of dropped out of plane
It was written like the words on my face
She was addicted my mum on the day
Always conflicted just stay in your place
I was evicted could never get a break
Maybe it was fucked up, being in love
Drank champaign bottles at the club
Lights flashing
Bottle on my wing
Living at a ging while I sip my cup
I was your main boy
You were my main girl
Hopped on the place to my mine you mine main hoe
I was down boogie so what does that mean
Smoking my problems away in a week
Credits
Writer(s): Harly Sorto, Kyle Shuey, Nick Jimenez
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