Walkout

I can't do these games
Fuck around
I'm finding fake love
Driving me insane
Time to change
I need to wake up
It's constantly the same
Got me missing all my day ones forever
I miss our blunts together

Can you feel the vibe
I've been chasing money pull up
Take it to the face
Backwood loaded like my shooter and
You know I keep a place
In my heart for all my screw ups and I'll analyze
They got me like woah
Counting up my guap
Pouring wok
You better walk out
Dealing with these cards
In this field you gotta rock out
And bitch I am a star
From the heart I ain't have no doubt
Cause what I fantasize
Will come to life woah

Pull up to the party
Not a social one but I don't care
You know I fuck it up
I always act like no one else is there and
You know I'm different from the rest and
I know that you're well aware
Im plotting on these bitches
Coming up you know I gotta go
Up up up up up
Shut those mother fuckers
Up up up up up
You've been talking way to
Much much much much much
Tell your girl I wanna
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Then I'll send her away
I wanna go rage
I know I'm a good guy
I know I can act up
So I roll up and eighth
Now give me some space
When times get hard I throw them away like

Can you feel the vibe
I've been chasing money pull up
Take it to the face
Backwood loaded like my shooter and
You know I keep a place
In my heart for all my screw ups and I'll analyze
They got me like woah
Counting up my guap
Pouring wok
You better walk out
Dealing with these cards
In this field you gotta rock out
And bitch I am a star
From the heart I ain't have no doubt
Cause what I fantasize
Will come to life woah

Leave me alone
nothing personal
I don't wanna talk
Leave me alone
You know I'm cooking up
My money's on the clock
Leave me alone
I'm pouring up
I need a home for all of us
I need to work hard every single day
Cause you know I'm going
Up up up up up
Shut those mother fuckers
Up up up up up
You've been talking way to
Much much much much much
Tell your girl I wanna
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Then I'll send her away
I wanna go rage
I know I'm a good guy
I know I can act up
So I roll up and eighth
Now give me some space
When times get hard I throw them away like

Can you feel the vibe
I've been chasing money pull up
Take it to the face
Backwood loaded like my shooter and
You know I keep a place
In my heart for all my screw ups and I'll analyze
They got me like woah
Counting up my guap
Pouring wok
You better walk out
Dealing with these cards
In this field you gotta rock out
And bitch I am a star
From the heart I ain't have no doubt
Cause what I fantasize
Will come to life woah



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Writer(s): Trevor Clemente
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