Visions
Where did all the time go
I could never waste another moment yeah
I was never posted on no block or on no corner
Yeah yeah no
Get my fuckin' bag
Yeah I was stickin' to them racks
Tryna fill my pockets
I'm addicted to this cash
Everybody tryna be a rockstar
They fake crying like they got some type of love scars
Drinking all the pain the way sometimes it might be wockhardt
Kissin' on my cup she askin' when I'm gonna start yeah
I'm just tryna figure out where to go from here
But I tell she tryna fuck so I'm gonna say wassup yeah
She can't do this sober need some mud up in her cup yeah
See them diamonds on me dancing now she ain't gone pass me up
She used to talk all that shit now she on top of me
They all actin' fake you can see they ain't gone rock with me
They wanna see me down bad that's how it's always been
When I'm up they gon' be all mad I swear they palms gon' speak
Where did all the time go
I could never waste another moment yeah
I was never posted on no block or on no corner
Yeah Yeah, no
Get my fuckin' bag
Yeah I was stickin' to them racks
Tryna fill my pockets
I'm addicted to this cash
Everybody tryna be a rockstar
They fake crying like they got some type of love scars
Drinking all the pain the way sometimes it might be wockhardt
Kissin' on my cup she askin' when I'm gonna start yeah
My dreams feel realer than the life I been livin' in
I been takin all these drugs just cause I don't wanna sleep at night
Hoping to forget all of the pain thats always in my mind
Swear my visions come to life you won't believe the things I've seen at times
Get out my head no
I don't need nobody else
You fucked up my brain I can tell it affecting my health
Yeah I'm tired of listening to 'em
Needa focus on myself
I'm gonna keep runnin' it up
Til' Goyard stacked up on the shelf no
Where did all the time go
I could never waste another moment yeah
I was never posted on no block or on no corner
Yeah Yeah, no
Get my fuckin' bag
Yeah I was stickin' to them racks
Tryna fill my pockets
I'm addicted to this cash
Everybody tryna be a rockstar
They fake crying like they got some type of love scars
Drinking all the pain the way sometimes it might be wockhardt
Kissin' on my cup she askin' when I'm gonna start yeah
I could never waste another moment yeah
I was never posted on no block or on no corner
Yeah yeah no
Get my fuckin' bag
Yeah I was stickin' to them racks
Tryna fill my pockets
I'm addicted to this cash
Everybody tryna be a rockstar
They fake crying like they got some type of love scars
Drinking all the pain the way sometimes it might be wockhardt
Kissin' on my cup she askin' when I'm gonna start yeah
I'm just tryna figure out where to go from here
But I tell she tryna fuck so I'm gonna say wassup yeah
She can't do this sober need some mud up in her cup yeah
See them diamonds on me dancing now she ain't gone pass me up
She used to talk all that shit now she on top of me
They all actin' fake you can see they ain't gone rock with me
They wanna see me down bad that's how it's always been
When I'm up they gon' be all mad I swear they palms gon' speak
Where did all the time go
I could never waste another moment yeah
I was never posted on no block or on no corner
Yeah Yeah, no
Get my fuckin' bag
Yeah I was stickin' to them racks
Tryna fill my pockets
I'm addicted to this cash
Everybody tryna be a rockstar
They fake crying like they got some type of love scars
Drinking all the pain the way sometimes it might be wockhardt
Kissin' on my cup she askin' when I'm gonna start yeah
My dreams feel realer than the life I been livin' in
I been takin all these drugs just cause I don't wanna sleep at night
Hoping to forget all of the pain thats always in my mind
Swear my visions come to life you won't believe the things I've seen at times
Get out my head no
I don't need nobody else
You fucked up my brain I can tell it affecting my health
Yeah I'm tired of listening to 'em
Needa focus on myself
I'm gonna keep runnin' it up
Til' Goyard stacked up on the shelf no
Where did all the time go
I could never waste another moment yeah
I was never posted on no block or on no corner
Yeah Yeah, no
Get my fuckin' bag
Yeah I was stickin' to them racks
Tryna fill my pockets
I'm addicted to this cash
Everybody tryna be a rockstar
They fake crying like they got some type of love scars
Drinking all the pain the way sometimes it might be wockhardt
Kissin' on my cup she askin' when I'm gonna start yeah
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Writer(s): Andrew Bailey
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