Way Too Long
Uh uh we
Too much shit going on over here man
Yeah
Last night bought drugs yeah
Smell that on my clothes
I just dumped a bitch
I can't keep fucking with these hoes
Always chasing money
Always spending on the low
Goofies be on my back
Imma throw it slow
Past times in the beach yeah
Drinking in the sand
I don't want your loving
All I want is weed and stash
Never trusting bitches
Maybe hanging with the fans
They say I'm hot maybe I got a chance
And never telling on a homie
No clue because you don't know me
Tried telling a story
His words bit phony
She love pepperoni
Now choking on anchovy
My homie lost business
He didn't make it to Christmas
Don't know what you're saying
We never be playing
Imma ride and die to the end
My dreams are on ESPN
Big beauty she fancy
On stage she dance it
I can't look the other way
I die with the things you say
Yeah I've been living way too fast
It was time to put you in the past
Maybe I was going I'll rest
Maybe she was doing the best
Last night bought drugs yeah
Smell that on my clothes
I just dumped a bitch
I can't keep fucking with these hoes
Always chasing money
Always spending on the low
Goofies be on my back
Imma throw it slow
Past times in the beach yeah
Drinking in the sand
I don't want your loving
All I want is weed and stash
Never trusting bitches
Maybe hanging with the fans
They say I'm hot maybe I got a chance
It was a mistake my lady
I don't think I'm wrong
I know that you're gonna miss me
In the end I'm gone
Nowadays people tripping
But you know I'm strong
Standing and remembering
What happened way too long
She be throwing tantrums
Now I can't handle it all
Tell me what you do
When you're living across the wall
All I speak is truth
I just keep going on and on
Can you please awake me when they tell you that I won
Last night bought drugs yeah
Smell that on my clothes
I just dumped a bitch
I can't keep fucking with these hoes
Always chasing money
Always spending on the low
Goofies be on my back
Imma throw it slow
Past times in the beach yeah
Drinking in the sand
I don't want your loving
All I want is weed and stash
Never trusting bitches
Maybe hanging with the fans
They say I'm hot maybe I got a chance
Too much shit going on over here man
Yeah
Last night bought drugs yeah
Smell that on my clothes
I just dumped a bitch
I can't keep fucking with these hoes
Always chasing money
Always spending on the low
Goofies be on my back
Imma throw it slow
Past times in the beach yeah
Drinking in the sand
I don't want your loving
All I want is weed and stash
Never trusting bitches
Maybe hanging with the fans
They say I'm hot maybe I got a chance
And never telling on a homie
No clue because you don't know me
Tried telling a story
His words bit phony
She love pepperoni
Now choking on anchovy
My homie lost business
He didn't make it to Christmas
Don't know what you're saying
We never be playing
Imma ride and die to the end
My dreams are on ESPN
Big beauty she fancy
On stage she dance it
I can't look the other way
I die with the things you say
Yeah I've been living way too fast
It was time to put you in the past
Maybe I was going I'll rest
Maybe she was doing the best
Last night bought drugs yeah
Smell that on my clothes
I just dumped a bitch
I can't keep fucking with these hoes
Always chasing money
Always spending on the low
Goofies be on my back
Imma throw it slow
Past times in the beach yeah
Drinking in the sand
I don't want your loving
All I want is weed and stash
Never trusting bitches
Maybe hanging with the fans
They say I'm hot maybe I got a chance
It was a mistake my lady
I don't think I'm wrong
I know that you're gonna miss me
In the end I'm gone
Nowadays people tripping
But you know I'm strong
Standing and remembering
What happened way too long
She be throwing tantrums
Now I can't handle it all
Tell me what you do
When you're living across the wall
All I speak is truth
I just keep going on and on
Can you please awake me when they tell you that I won
Last night bought drugs yeah
Smell that on my clothes
I just dumped a bitch
I can't keep fucking with these hoes
Always chasing money
Always spending on the low
Goofies be on my back
Imma throw it slow
Past times in the beach yeah
Drinking in the sand
I don't want your loving
All I want is weed and stash
Never trusting bitches
Maybe hanging with the fans
They say I'm hot maybe I got a chance
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Writer(s): Alejandro Hernandez Paredes
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