SEND EM HOME

Plenty options read the menu send em' home
I don't need it
I don't feel it
When I'm lone
Lately I been staying in performance mode
I can feel it
I can see it
In my bones
Hit the gas we put you right back in your seat boy
Call the team and they gon pull up with the fleet boy
Heard you talking bout your necks yea that's a reach boy
Keep em' running 'til they fallin' N they feet sore

Been the outlaw yeah
Double cup look like plum
Feelin sick where my tums
Steady on like those drums
Throwing caution to the wind
I'm seeing stardom in the wings
I feel like Tyson in the ring
There's no explaining where I been
No
No
Done with explaining
Told you my story once
Wondering where I'm from?
Check out my catalogue uh
Writing my battle log uh
Pretty bih Calico uh
Look at the static go uh

Plenty options read the menu send em' home
I don't need it
I don't feel it
When I'm lone
Lately I been staying in performance mode
I can feel it
I can see it
In my bones
Hit the gas we put you right back in your seat boy
Call the team and they gon pull up with the fleet boy
Heard you talking bout your necks yea that's a reach boy
Keep em running 'til they fallin' N they feet sore

Too long I was broke man
Show no emotion
How long can I go man
I been awoken
My fate been chosen since the opening of my my soul
And my rates been going up since I woke from my coma
Foreigner
Pouring cups
Faded while my stock go up
Never drafted still I tuck
I got ice all in my blood
Hard to walk all in this mud
Y'all been talkin' keep it up
Keep it up
Keep it up

Plenty options read the menu send em' home
I don't need it
I don't feel it
When I'm lone
Lately I been staying in performance mode
I can feel it
I can see it
In my bones
Hit the gas we put you right back in your seat boy
Call the team and they gon pull up with the fleet boy
Heard you talking bout your necks yea that's a reach boy
Keep em' running 'til they fallin' n they feet sore



Credits
Writer(s): Reece Overbury
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