Backseat Ridin'
"Let's suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream"
Stained white tee with a cup full of turnt juice
Xanax on the counter and coke in the bathroom
And I hit up on the bong, get high and I get loose
Yeah, you doubt I ever even had you
Yeah, getting tired of trying
Baby hit my line
Even though I know your lying
Backseat riding
We always dying
Sick of silence
Let's start a riot
Wake up in a bed I never been in before
You staying just the same quit destroying my world
Sick of dying for her
Sick of trying it hurts
Sick of crying
But if I keep crying I'ma end up in a hearse
Tired of pretending that it can't get worse
Swear I been the most so I end up first
Stained white tee with a cup full of turnt juice
Xanax on the counter and coke in the bathroom
And I hit up on the bong, get high and I get loose
Yeah, you doubt I ever even had you
Yeah, getting tired of trying
Baby hit my line
Even though I know your lying
Backseat riding
We always dying
Sick of silence
Let's start a riot
Wake up in a bed I never been in before
You staying just the same quit destroying my world
Sick of dying for her
Sick of trying it hurts
Sick of crying
But if I keep crying I'ma end up in a hearse
Tired of pretending that it can't get worse
Drugs numb my whole body when it aches it hurts
Swear I been through the most, so I end up first
Gotta get that fame, gotta show my worth
Stained white tee with a cup full of turnt juice
Xanax on the counter and coke in the bathroom
And I hit up on the bong, get high and I get loose
Yeah, you doubt I ever even had you
Yeah, getting tired of trying
Baby hit my line
Even though I know your lying
Backseat riding
We always dying
Sick of silence
Let's start a riot
Wake up in a bed I never been in before
You staying just the same quit destroying my world
Sick of dying for her
Sick of trying it hurts
Sick of crying
But if I keep crying I'ma end up in a hearse
Tired of pretending that it can't get worse
Swear I been the most so I end up first
Stained white tee with a cup full of turnt juice
Xanax on the counter and coke in the bathroom
And I hit up on the bong, get high and I get loose
Yeah, you doubt I ever even had you
Yeah, getting tired of trying
Baby hit my line
Even though I know your lying
Backseat riding
We always dying
Sick of silence
Let's start a riot
Wake up in a bed I never been in before
You staying just the same quit destroying my world
Sick of dying for her
Sick of trying it hurts
Sick of crying
But if I keep crying I'ma end up in a hearse
Tired of pretending that it can't get worse
Drugs numb my whole body when it aches it hurts
Swear I been through the most, so I end up first
Gotta get that fame, gotta show my worth
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