28 Hour Drive
Hold on, hold on, hold on
You wanna say something?
You wanna say something?
Say something, come say something
You ugly
Nah you gotta say something nice
Say something nice
Umm I'm shy
You gotta say som-something nice
Yo I see a ponytail right there
Like i can do it again
I can cut off the whole world nobody bother me
Don't try to look me up and do not comment on my photos please
I think I'm running out of love
I'm numb emotionally
I keep on falling for the drugs
And they don't notice
I get higher than the trees
I can fall and cut myself and then get blood on all the leaves
I keep on thinking bout them days I lost my niggas Please don't leave
It's killing me
It's hard to breathe
But it's a different side of me
I want the headphones on me before I punch you face
Yo bro why is you tweaking like that
They either know me from the streets or from the samples in my beats
Some know I always got my cleats and others think that im a "B"
It makes me "itch" cuz niggas watching me the sitting on the bench
It makes me sick he didn't have a gun n now he in a spliff
Can't even lie I get to tired because I'm always on the road
It's therapeutic I don't mind it cuz I know Im all alone
Like I can disappear I'm turning off my phone
Nobody hit me up unless it's for a loan
Uh
You wanna say something?
You wanna say something?
Say something, come say something
You ugly
Nah you gotta say something nice
Say something nice
Umm I'm shy
You gotta say som-something nice
Yo I see a ponytail right there
Like i can do it again
I can cut off the whole world nobody bother me
Don't try to look me up and do not comment on my photos please
I think I'm running out of love
I'm numb emotionally
I keep on falling for the drugs
And they don't notice
I get higher than the trees
I can fall and cut myself and then get blood on all the leaves
I keep on thinking bout them days I lost my niggas Please don't leave
It's killing me
It's hard to breathe
But it's a different side of me
I want the headphones on me before I punch you face
Yo bro why is you tweaking like that
They either know me from the streets or from the samples in my beats
Some know I always got my cleats and others think that im a "B"
It makes me "itch" cuz niggas watching me the sitting on the bench
It makes me sick he didn't have a gun n now he in a spliff
Can't even lie I get to tired because I'm always on the road
It's therapeutic I don't mind it cuz I know Im all alone
Like I can disappear I'm turning off my phone
Nobody hit me up unless it's for a loan
Uh
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