Drifting Alone
I'm smoking that strong
One foot up as I count up them commas
Don't sing me a song
Run through the Zelle, got the gang on my shoulders
You is a clone, look at the wrist, turn yo ass into stone
Ass into stone, hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
Don't sing me a song
1,2,3 hit the gas and i'm gone
If she call me a dog, pull up to her spot and i'll throw her a bone
Repenting my wrongs
Copy my flow and my swag, you a clone
I'm stuck in the zone
I seen through the smoke, you was fake all along
You was fake all along
One foot up as I count up them commas
Don't sing me a song
Run through the Zelle, got the gang on my shoulders yeah
You is a clone, look at the wrist, turn yo ass into stone
Ass into stone, hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Drifting Alone
Drifting Alone
1,2,3 hit the gas and I'm gone
Drifting Alone
Drifting Alone
Drifting Alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm Drifting Alone
One foot up as I count up them commas
Don't sing me a song
Run through the Zelle, got the gang on my shoulders
You is a clone, look at the wrist, turn yo ass into stone
Ass into stone, hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
Don't sing me a song
1,2,3 hit the gas and i'm gone
If she call me a dog, pull up to her spot and i'll throw her a bone
Repenting my wrongs
Copy my flow and my swag, you a clone
I'm stuck in the zone
I seen through the smoke, you was fake all along
You was fake all along
One foot up as I count up them commas
Don't sing me a song
Run through the Zelle, got the gang on my shoulders yeah
You is a clone, look at the wrist, turn yo ass into stone
Ass into stone, hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm drifting alone
I'm drifting alone
Drifting Alone
Drifting Alone
1,2,3 hit the gas and I'm gone
Drifting Alone
Drifting Alone
Drifting Alone
Hop in the coupe and I'm Drifting Alone
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Writer(s): Altarik Williams
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