Ginseng Band$
Feel the pressure creepin' in
Roamin' Through the Night
I been runnin' through these Bands
I ain't Scared to Fight
Pullin' up in the Benz busted tail light
She put that Molly on her tongue and she Love the Lights
And if i Sell my Soul will i get Satisfaction
Maybe
Not in the long run
But for now i'll get some action
And if i Lose Control
I need you to Roll
You and Me
And i know
I won't ever be Cold
W/ you
And i know i won't ever be Alone
W/ you
You could answer to someone
Or you could Answer to Yourself
My life is Purple and Gold
We gon' sit on a Throne
Check the Method
Know i'm creepin' up
I been runnin' through these Band$ like i cannot give a fuck
Money Come and Go feel like i'm Losin' Control
We gon' win the race think i'm already seein' Gold
Dance to the Rhythm of the Waves
Question my Faith everyday
Can't tell the Real from the Fake
Hopin' y'all can relate
Never Goin' Broke gonna stack it til i croak
I said money come and go feel like i'm Losin Control
Don't pretend to understand
I keep fuckin' with the plan
Gotta run up them Bands
Gotta run up them Bands
Yea we fuck to Novacane
Baby take away the Pain
Bitch ill take you to the Promised Land
Ill just stay up in my lane
Nighttime no Dreamscape
I hope you never Change
The World is at our fingertips
And i just gotta know
I be feelin' you when we lit
She be feelin' all the Growth
To the Astral Plane we split
Yea we need this time to Grow
Ay we hotbox the drop top
Turn the Lights Down Low
Baby you in a tough spot
Lemme take this time to show you
What Love really is
Roamin' Through the Night
I been runnin' through these Bands
I ain't Scared to Fight
Pullin' up in the Benz busted tail light
She put that Molly on her tongue and she Love the Lights
And if i Sell my Soul will i get Satisfaction
Maybe
Not in the long run
But for now i'll get some action
And if i Lose Control
I need you to Roll
You and Me
And i know
I won't ever be Cold
W/ you
And i know i won't ever be Alone
W/ you
You could answer to someone
Or you could Answer to Yourself
My life is Purple and Gold
We gon' sit on a Throne
Check the Method
Know i'm creepin' up
I been runnin' through these Band$ like i cannot give a fuck
Money Come and Go feel like i'm Losin' Control
We gon' win the race think i'm already seein' Gold
Dance to the Rhythm of the Waves
Question my Faith everyday
Can't tell the Real from the Fake
Hopin' y'all can relate
Never Goin' Broke gonna stack it til i croak
I said money come and go feel like i'm Losin Control
Don't pretend to understand
I keep fuckin' with the plan
Gotta run up them Bands
Gotta run up them Bands
Yea we fuck to Novacane
Baby take away the Pain
Bitch ill take you to the Promised Land
Ill just stay up in my lane
Nighttime no Dreamscape
I hope you never Change
The World is at our fingertips
And i just gotta know
I be feelin' you when we lit
She be feelin' all the Growth
To the Astral Plane we split
Yea we need this time to Grow
Ay we hotbox the drop top
Turn the Lights Down Low
Baby you in a tough spot
Lemme take this time to show you
What Love really is
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Writer(s): Malcolm Leggett
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