ON FIRE
She wanna she wanna fly she wanna
Yea
Ok ok ok ok
Word
Oh hell break loose, on fire break the noose
I'm lying with the troops, lying with ya boo and she fire uh
Her name is Gaia body holy like Bibles
Where's the lighter? Ima smoke ya fibers
Tryna get paid up off a bar like I'm fire
Tryna get laid up with these broads I'm alive
I take the fall if I die and I ain't make it alright
For all the hearts ears and minds (Check check one two) And I'm like yea
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
Alright yea (Get higher) yea
Alright yea (Get higher) Now
Let's take a minute I been washing hella dishes I
Been smoking weed just like a fiend now momma trippin
I don't know if I can listen
No diamonds on me glistening
My pockets full of lint and no attention from these bitches
So so so so what you gon do?
When death is coming for you and you young but just tell the truth
You just horny and all confused, I couldn't tell ya
Just roll up make music hope for the better nigga (Ay past the light bruh)
Roll up make music hope for the better (Woo)
And I'm like yea
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
Alright yea (Get higher)
Yea
Ok ok ok ok
Word
Oh hell break loose, on fire break the noose
I'm lying with the troops, lying with ya boo and she fire uh
Her name is Gaia body holy like Bibles
Where's the lighter? Ima smoke ya fibers
Tryna get paid up off a bar like I'm fire
Tryna get laid up with these broads I'm alive
I take the fall if I die and I ain't make it alright
For all the hearts ears and minds (Check check one two) And I'm like yea
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
Alright yea (Get higher) yea
Alright yea (Get higher) Now
Let's take a minute I been washing hella dishes I
Been smoking weed just like a fiend now momma trippin
I don't know if I can listen
No diamonds on me glistening
My pockets full of lint and no attention from these bitches
So so so so what you gon do?
When death is coming for you and you young but just tell the truth
You just horny and all confused, I couldn't tell ya
Just roll up make music hope for the better nigga (Ay past the light bruh)
Roll up make music hope for the better (Woo)
And I'm like yea
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright yea (Get higher)
I'm alright huh yea (Get higher)
Alright yea (Get higher)
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Carbon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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