almighty.

Speakers on me vibes been running on me
Shes on high beam late night shining on me
I'll keep smoking my weed
I need a up on my dose
Hoe keep flocking me
I'll see see ya i'll ghost

Oops im high shit
Im seeing red no use for visine
Im not feeling too good
Ole girl rolling my wood
Seats not smelling as good
I hope you doing swell

Reach under my mess im wylin
Hands all on my pistol silence
Keep calling me shit i like it
Take hold of my wrist i might
Reach under my mess im wylin
Hands all on my pistol silence
Keep calling me shit i like it
Take hold of my wrist i might

Keep passing things i needa feel good now
Tell me real things i wanna hear true things
It's in my hands i can't confuse that mama
Im dealing my nights i should be dead now mama
But im feeling alright i see right through this mama

Reach under my mess im wylin
Hands all on my pistol silence
Keep calling me shit i like it
Take hold of my wrist i might
Reach under my mess im wylin
Hands all on my pistol silence
Keep calling me shit i like it
Take hold of my wrist i might



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Munroe
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