OVER

This shit feelin' like I did it all, I did it all
Came in a bitch and I, yeah, yeah, I hit it raw
And this shit ain't over, I'm feeling colder
Like Minnesota, and I'm tryna stay sober

Now I don't understand, is you my girl, is you my fan yea?
I had to count my bands, I do not do no open hands
Damn this beat got me in a trance, bitch better pay me in advance
I just fucked with yo friend, and she say that I'm the man yea

I'm a big steppa, you can't overstep me
I'm carrying some weight so my bag really hefty
Moving on up, it's going STEADY
I don't give a fuck, cause I used to plenty
Uh, I thought I was ready, been having my dreams with Freddie
And sleep be the cousin of death, so I'm fucking these bitches heavily
Yeah, bad to the bone, I pedal the metal
I need stability on my dinero
I was in Miami, I talked to the devil
Told that motherfucka to get on my level

Switch hoes, like I switch clothes, okay
I throw fits all up at my shows, yeah
I bring the noise, look at my life and I gotta rejoice
Swerving through rumors, I gotta look forward
Look at these people, they acting like droids
Tried to give you the world, but it's already yours
Tried to live this life that I always wanted
But these demons keep on coming back, and I can't ever fold

This shit feelin' like I did it all, I did it all
Came in a bitch and I, yeah, yeah, I hit it raw
And this shit ain't over, I'm feeling colder
Like Minnesota, and I'm tryna stay sober
I did it all, I did it all
Came in a bitch and I, yeah, yeah, I hit it raw
And this shit ain't over, I'm feeling colder
Like Minnesota, and I'm tryna stay sober



Credits
Writer(s): Rafael Mazza Wanderley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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