09' Innamission

I've been in the fast lane
Cruising in the Maybach
Blind shots from the cold rain
Tryna fall back, ya
Then you show up
Then you show up, ya

Ya I can't even think about it
I got me some road rage
Pulled out the drive way with it
Saw smile full of hate
I poured nine shots of that propane
I got lost when I saw the whole thing

Asking to myself is it really just too late
Watching every move just like it's Blue-Ray
I might have to hit the, ya today
Meanwhile I'm smoking on the air way ya

Can't find the time to just be alone
So you asking for a favor call it pitiful
You burnt out all the way, ain't no coming home
No handouts, No where to go
I ain't go no time cuz it's a mess
Five diamond rings and they menthol
Watch all go so I took it all ya
Rain down like a free fall



Credits
Writer(s): Slone Potts
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