Sunrise
It's over
I don't love you anymore
Rich money
Goodbye
Hey
It's over
Yeah
It's over
Yeah
Sometimes I be higher than a sunrise
No surprise, had to start my song with a fun time
Took a trip, had to do that for the one time
Didn't pack a bag, I didn't even need it
Tasting paper, feeling like something's creeping up
Fuck a hater, I need my bros, I don't need luck
Couple Xannies in my tummy got me fucking stuck
We get cups, we fill them up and we don't throw up
Sometimes I be higher than a sunrise
No surprise, had to start my song with a fun time
Took a trip, had to do that for the one time
Didn't pack a bag, I didn't even need it
Tasting paper, feeling like something's creeping up
Fuck a hater, I need my bros, I don't need luck
Couple Xannies in my tummy got me fucking stuck
We get cups, we fill them up and we don't throw up
Celebrating everyday like it's a holiday
Shit, I gotta get the bag before I pass away
That's why I'm in here chefing beats like Bobby Flay
I ride the beat like Santa riding sleigh on Christmas day
These niggas acting like it's Broadway
That's why I don't fuck with niggas like the KKK
I'm chasing paper these days, I don't got much to say
These niggas getting out on play so stay the fuck away
Oh dude, that shit was hard
I don't love you anymore
Rich money
Goodbye
Hey
It's over
Yeah
It's over
Yeah
Sometimes I be higher than a sunrise
No surprise, had to start my song with a fun time
Took a trip, had to do that for the one time
Didn't pack a bag, I didn't even need it
Tasting paper, feeling like something's creeping up
Fuck a hater, I need my bros, I don't need luck
Couple Xannies in my tummy got me fucking stuck
We get cups, we fill them up and we don't throw up
Sometimes I be higher than a sunrise
No surprise, had to start my song with a fun time
Took a trip, had to do that for the one time
Didn't pack a bag, I didn't even need it
Tasting paper, feeling like something's creeping up
Fuck a hater, I need my bros, I don't need luck
Couple Xannies in my tummy got me fucking stuck
We get cups, we fill them up and we don't throw up
Celebrating everyday like it's a holiday
Shit, I gotta get the bag before I pass away
That's why I'm in here chefing beats like Bobby Flay
I ride the beat like Santa riding sleigh on Christmas day
These niggas acting like it's Broadway
That's why I don't fuck with niggas like the KKK
I'm chasing paper these days, I don't got much to say
These niggas getting out on play so stay the fuck away
Oh dude, that shit was hard
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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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