Drowning
They don't want me to win
They want me to fail
They don't want me to succeed
But be real like, honestly nobody really gives a fuck
We always say they want us to fail or
It wasn't meant to be but I think that's just our inner self that's afraid
that it won't happen
I told you I'd be famous if you waited
And even though you didn't I still made it
Fuck around and you could find out
You're the only one I'm chasing
I guess these are my confessions yeah, yeah
And lately I've been stressing yeah, yeah
I just hope I learned my lesson yeah, yeah
I'm still drowning in these blessings yeah, yeah
LA I flew to New York
I'm rocking Christian Dior
Baby you need an award
You a trophy
Cut and I swerve in a Porsche
Swanging through lanes like I'm George
Baby you need an award
You a trophy
I'm steady training I'm loaded
Built like a tank you should know this
Smoking on kush till I'm floating, yeah
I just been working I'm focused
Flipping and switching the motions
Watch what you say you don't know me
Giving a speech no award
Call up the plug cause I'm bored
I'm probably smoking a cord
Let's hit the gym like I'm Schwarz
And I got an endless endurance
Shorty could pose like a trophy
Leaning straight back like I'm Kobe
I told you I'd be famous if you waited
And even though you didn't I still made it
Fuck around and you could find out
You're the only one I'm chasing
I guess these are my confessions yeah, yeah
And lately I've been stressin' yeah, yeah
I just hope I learned my lesson yeah, yeah
This water got me drippin' and I'm drowning
Splash
I pulled up and I'm running out of, gas
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Plug, hit the plug
And I'm breaking down these buds
While I'm burning through these woods
Can't you see I'm drowning
And I'll admit I'm drowning
I'm drowning in these blessings
Yeah, yeah
Just drowning in these blessings
Yeah, yeah
LA I flew to New York
I'm shopping Christian Dior
Baby you need an award, you a trophy
Cut and I swerve in a Porsche
Swanging through lanes like I'm George
Baby you need an award, you a trophy
Splash
Pulled up and I'm running, running, running out of gas
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Plug
They want me to fail
They don't want me to succeed
But be real like, honestly nobody really gives a fuck
We always say they want us to fail or
It wasn't meant to be but I think that's just our inner self that's afraid
that it won't happen
I told you I'd be famous if you waited
And even though you didn't I still made it
Fuck around and you could find out
You're the only one I'm chasing
I guess these are my confessions yeah, yeah
And lately I've been stressing yeah, yeah
I just hope I learned my lesson yeah, yeah
I'm still drowning in these blessings yeah, yeah
LA I flew to New York
I'm rocking Christian Dior
Baby you need an award
You a trophy
Cut and I swerve in a Porsche
Swanging through lanes like I'm George
Baby you need an award
You a trophy
I'm steady training I'm loaded
Built like a tank you should know this
Smoking on kush till I'm floating, yeah
I just been working I'm focused
Flipping and switching the motions
Watch what you say you don't know me
Giving a speech no award
Call up the plug cause I'm bored
I'm probably smoking a cord
Let's hit the gym like I'm Schwarz
And I got an endless endurance
Shorty could pose like a trophy
Leaning straight back like I'm Kobe
I told you I'd be famous if you waited
And even though you didn't I still made it
Fuck around and you could find out
You're the only one I'm chasing
I guess these are my confessions yeah, yeah
And lately I've been stressin' yeah, yeah
I just hope I learned my lesson yeah, yeah
This water got me drippin' and I'm drowning
Splash
I pulled up and I'm running out of, gas
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Plug, hit the plug
And I'm breaking down these buds
While I'm burning through these woods
Can't you see I'm drowning
And I'll admit I'm drowning
I'm drowning in these blessings
Yeah, yeah
Just drowning in these blessings
Yeah, yeah
LA I flew to New York
I'm shopping Christian Dior
Baby you need an award, you a trophy
Cut and I swerve in a Porsche
Swanging through lanes like I'm George
Baby you need an award, you a trophy
Splash
Pulled up and I'm running, running, running out of gas
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah
Plug
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Writer(s): Owen Stearns
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