CHASE the SUN (feat. juux & ghostsocial)

Ah-ahh-ah
I wanna see you on the billboard
I wanna see you on the highrise (See you on the highrise)
I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it)
I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it)
I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it, yeah)

Yeah
If I won't see tomorrow (Yeah)
Yeah, I would touch the stars (I would touch the stars)
I would chase the sun, baby you're a waste to time
So I'm making up the odds (Making up the odds)
Imma push it til I'm tipping it over
So you can thank me when it's finally over
Your apology ain't rich when you're sober (Nah)
You can thank me when we're finally over

Now I don't give a fuck, I prayed to God for a Trojan
I never waited in line out in the rain for you ever
I never wait to decide, acting on impulse is better
You brought the hate in my ride, I kicked you out, you remember
It's like a one hour drive if we take I-95
And I remember you crying, said we not working together
Like we was taking them shifts off
Our bosses was pissed off
I'm lost in the mist, babe
You tell me to fuck off
We not on the same page, the chapters got shuffle on
It's really like these days, I'm just making these fucking songs
You kept all our keepsakes, I kept making fucking songs
You made me a mixtape, I ain't listen at fucking all
Like baby I was playing
Where you going?
Are you staying? (Are you staying?)
Is it over? (Is it over?)
I know you'll miss me when I'm gone
You can hit me when you're home (Maybe, baby)

(So, so slow)
(So, oh oh, maybe baby)
(So, so slow)
I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it)
I wanna see you on it, uh (I wanna see you on it)
I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it)

I don't do fake shit
I ain't got no time for no patience
No waiting, only time for payment
She said she need saving, but I ain't taking patients
A lot of people hating, better get up on that waitlist
Lot of people two face, shit eating grin they need the tooth paste
Who say I ain't making hits? They probably last place
Old friends said they made me, ain't breaking 2k
Feeling suave, get your end year stats in two days
On some hoe shit, posted with your hoe, and then I post it
Roasted, catch you with this heater then you toasted
Get ghosted, if I lose my strap I'm finna throw shit
Smoking potent, hanging with them rats, boy you a rodent
Chopper in each hand like it's Halo 2
Boy a nerd, look like Stanley like he parable
If it's a day I don't get money then it's terrible
Yeah I heard your last track, yeah, terrible

Yeah
If I won't see tomorrow
Yeah, I would touch the stars (I would touch the)
I would chase the sun, baby you're a waste to time
So I'm making up the odds (Making up the)
Imma push it til I'm tipping it over
So you can thank me when it's finally over
Your apology ain't rich when you're sober (Nah)
You can thank me when we're finally over

(Halo!)