souvenir (feat. Lasco)
Quarantine been kicking my ass
Waking up, been late to class
Lemme tell ya, love can last
Just never think in the past
Smoke a J to the face
To pass the pace and the time of life
Now i'm thinking right
Never do it twice
Fuck your bitch at night
Watching Nick at Nite
Pass the buds and lites
Everybody in the same place
Back in the lab, head bump to the bass, aye
Trouble like a blunt, I just face it
Took a lil while, cuz i had to be patient
Money on deck, I ain't ever gonna waste it
Unless i'm with the crew in the back getting wasted
Heartbreak fights wit a bitch who was basic
Back on track, making hits in the basement
Having these dreams, when i'm asleep
Thinking i can't even breathe, wishing i was deceased.
But now, sittin here, wondering how,
I got myself outta that drought
Hear me out, people be clowns
No cap all fact, smoke weed not crack, New rims all black, okay!
I hit the gas, hope I don't crash, the laws i disobeyed
I ride for my crew cuz we tight like a sweater
Left you behind and it hurt but I'm better
You can move on with your life and forget her
Guess it's the reason I'm writing this letter
It won't be too long before I'm on the road
And this is your message I'm making it clear
I'm not looking back and I'm not coming home
I guess you can call this your own souvenir
Waking up, been late to class
Lemme tell ya, love can last
Just never think in the past
Smoke a J to the face
To pass the pace and the time of life
Now i'm thinking right
Never do it twice
Fuck your bitch at night
Watching Nick at Nite
Pass the buds and lites
Everybody in the same place
Back in the lab, head bump to the bass, aye
Trouble like a blunt, I just face it
Took a lil while, cuz i had to be patient
Money on deck, I ain't ever gonna waste it
Unless i'm with the crew in the back getting wasted
Heartbreak fights wit a bitch who was basic
Back on track, making hits in the basement
Having these dreams, when i'm asleep
Thinking i can't even breathe, wishing i was deceased.
But now, sittin here, wondering how,
I got myself outta that drought
Hear me out, people be clowns
No cap all fact, smoke weed not crack, New rims all black, okay!
I hit the gas, hope I don't crash, the laws i disobeyed
I ride for my crew cuz we tight like a sweater
Left you behind and it hurt but I'm better
You can move on with your life and forget her
Guess it's the reason I'm writing this letter
It won't be too long before I'm on the road
And this is your message I'm making it clear
I'm not looking back and I'm not coming home
I guess you can call this your own souvenir
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Sarasin
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