LitS
Haven't been around
I'm lost in the stu
But I can't hear a sound
When I'm thinking of you
It's too late I'm afraid
I've been high a little too long
If there's no expression on my face bitch
I'm stuck in my zone
I'm at the crib
Cookin beats on the floor
Ice on my wrist
Gold on the door
I'm on a hype see you at five
I'll pull up at four
I'm on a high but I'm alright
I don't need more
Guns and roses on my shirt
Trying to remind all the word
But I rewind all the worse
In my head I'm not dead
I feel great when I'm dead
Eyes are red it's what I said
I want the best for all my friends
But I been gone I been away
Haven't been around
Yeah I'm lost in the stu
But I can't hear a sound
When I'm thinking of you
I never seen you coming from the back
Bitches see me coming from a far
I'm letting all the pain that's on my heart
But I won't fall
I can't fall
Many will fall
While I'm dancing on the tip of my board
I'm fine many need cocaine
I'm onto shit like powder from a horn hoe
Popping up jetpacks
Baby we get cold all
Night showing off jetlags
Going back 8 times I'm away
Don't you think you came
Just to make fun of
Me we hang with the lame
Change that L for a T, Paris
At dawn walk lights my path in the
Street please come to my home
Alright girl we gettin' kids
I'm lost in the stu
But I can't hear a sound
When I'm thinking of you
It's too late I'm afraid
I've been high a little too long
If there's no expression on my face bitch
I'm stuck in my zone
I'm at the crib
Cookin beats on the floor
Ice on my wrist
Gold on the door
I'm on a hype see you at five
I'll pull up at four
I'm on a high but I'm alright
I don't need more
Guns and roses on my shirt
Trying to remind all the word
But I rewind all the worse
In my head I'm not dead
I feel great when I'm dead
Eyes are red it's what I said
I want the best for all my friends
But I been gone I been away
Haven't been around
Yeah I'm lost in the stu
But I can't hear a sound
When I'm thinking of you
I never seen you coming from the back
Bitches see me coming from a far
I'm letting all the pain that's on my heart
But I won't fall
I can't fall
Many will fall
While I'm dancing on the tip of my board
I'm fine many need cocaine
I'm onto shit like powder from a horn hoe
Popping up jetpacks
Baby we get cold all
Night showing off jetlags
Going back 8 times I'm away
Don't you think you came
Just to make fun of
Me we hang with the lame
Change that L for a T, Paris
At dawn walk lights my path in the
Street please come to my home
Alright girl we gettin' kids
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Quoy
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