Ice

Trying to be something in my life
I'm slipping like I'm on ice
They tell me tread light but I'm feeling so high
Wonder if I got time for the Ms. right

Let's hit the strip tonight no turning back
We can't afford to live our lives in the past
I know I might be looking kinda crass
But baby let me tell you that I'm first class
Southwest, flying fast, spending cash
It's where I wanna crash for a summer bash
Now throw that ass back
Let me hit that

Trying to be something in my life
I'm slipping like I'm on ice
They tell me tread light but I'm feeling so high
Wonder if I got time for the Ms. right, but I'm too tired
Am I running out of time

Turning up some bottles of some Henny and Modelo
We ain't sleeping for the weekend
But might be fucking for the night though
Puff puff pass the blunt is looking fucking mint, now we're dreaming
Smoke looking like a halo

Trying to be something in my life
I'm slipping like I'm on ice
They tell me tread light but I'm feeling so high
Wonder if I got time for the Ms. right, but I'm too tired
Am I running out of time

Trying to be something in my life
I'm slipping like I'm on ice
They tell me tread light but I'm feeling so high
Wonder if I got time for the Ms. right, but I'm too tired
Am I running out of time



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Writer(s): Cameron Park
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