Crash N Burn
Sometimes I crash and I burn
When I'm falling down
From the stars up high
Where I've held myself
Almost all my life
And the shit hurts
But I gotta catch my flight
Used to drown my sorrows with this whiskey
Now a cup of liquor don't mean shizznit to me
I need medicine
The only thing to fix me right
I see shadows when I'm trynna fall asleep at night
People always wanna ask about the real me
I don't even talk so mind your business with me
I done put out too much of my life for insta to see
Do me wrong won't do me twice
Cuz I'm a ghost in these streets
I pour 4 in a cup
Dashing through the blind lights
If my head goes down at the wheel we all gon die tonight
My niggas all know
You rollin wimme you might die tonight
Cuz brakes too slow
And I'm addicted to the faster life
Perky two tones
Sorry I can't answer phones
Got a blue nose and a thirty piece up in my dome
That means thirty five milligrams
In a styrofoam
Outta my mind
I'm still making money off my phone
I go too hard
Flexing like a wrestler and my wife sexy
But she squeezin' bullets if you test her
Ain't no safe zone in my home
Still don't feel no pressure
Cuz I'm so numb
And my pockets heavier than Precious
I'm elite with the shits
Fuck up out my face
Got my grip on the shift
Baby send me on my way
It was 2014 when I started going crazy
I was 17 when I seen my brother in the grave
Sometimes I crash and I burn
When I'm falling down
From the stars up high
Where I've held myself
Almost all my life
And the shit hurts
But I gotta catch my flight
When I'm falling down
From the stars up high
Where I've held myself
Almost all my life
And the shit hurts
But I gotta catch my flight
Used to drown my sorrows with this whiskey
Now a cup of liquor don't mean shizznit to me
I need medicine
The only thing to fix me right
I see shadows when I'm trynna fall asleep at night
People always wanna ask about the real me
I don't even talk so mind your business with me
I done put out too much of my life for insta to see
Do me wrong won't do me twice
Cuz I'm a ghost in these streets
I pour 4 in a cup
Dashing through the blind lights
If my head goes down at the wheel we all gon die tonight
My niggas all know
You rollin wimme you might die tonight
Cuz brakes too slow
And I'm addicted to the faster life
Perky two tones
Sorry I can't answer phones
Got a blue nose and a thirty piece up in my dome
That means thirty five milligrams
In a styrofoam
Outta my mind
I'm still making money off my phone
I go too hard
Flexing like a wrestler and my wife sexy
But she squeezin' bullets if you test her
Ain't no safe zone in my home
Still don't feel no pressure
Cuz I'm so numb
And my pockets heavier than Precious
I'm elite with the shits
Fuck up out my face
Got my grip on the shift
Baby send me on my way
It was 2014 when I started going crazy
I was 17 when I seen my brother in the grave
Sometimes I crash and I burn
When I'm falling down
From the stars up high
Where I've held myself
Almost all my life
And the shit hurts
But I gotta catch my flight
Credits
Writer(s): Jorge Peña
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