Reverie

What you tryna do
Making me feel all these kinds of things
I can't even explain
What the hell is it's that your doing to me

I'm out here popping bottles
My foot down on the throttle
You know we always get this
Living life young and reckless
Wishing I had plan
Trying the best I can
Days turn into them weeks
Always feeling beat
Imma try to start new
Starting out with this move
Imma start so cool
Kicking off with my steps
Maybe bussing some heads
Maybe fixing my bed
Maybe later I'll try to fix up my haters
So they stop biting flows like they gators
And start waiting on tables and pick them up some tips
Maybe cut some lip
But ain't no maybe baby
Focusing on future shit
I'm lucrative
Makin off with millions just a plan I'm working with
Hocking shit
Yeah they getting mad
Louis bags I'm lookin at
Don't act to age act yo value
So I'm dollar bag
Dollar tree
Dollar general
So now they saluting me
I'm high enough off my ego
So you can go and save that tree
(Save that tree)
But who be saving me

No saving now for later
Rattle off your saber
Start working on them favors
And you ain't makin moves for you
You makin moves for two or who else is in this head
You ain't far as you thought, so you may as well just be dead
Humble thoughts in the shed from you to the back of ya head
Same place that's keeping yo dread
Locked up with schemes for the bread
I noticed you out my bars
You calling out for the stars
Be careful you might go far
But with gas only to make the moon
And it soon that the room will be spinning
Off a lack of O2
You versus me and now the score is 0 2

What you tryna do
Making me feel all these kinds of things
I can't even explain
What the hell is it's that your doing to me
I've never felt this way
Where do you think that we go from here
I've always wanted more
But I've never gone down this path before
What you tryna do
Making me feel all these kinds of things



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Dixon, Zack Lighterman
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