Disease

Said I'm racing
Racing to the bag
Triple digits on the dash
It's a real problem
My girl so sick of me talkin bout cash

Im trying my best to solve it
I know she getting sick of my ass
She know I got options
But I've explored them in the past
And none of them worked out
Stupid shit come out their mouth
The moment i relax
I don't wanna pay the tax
Cus i might relapse

Into my old ways
Could you just go away
At this point I don't care about the man
Just want his safety
And a good life, for him and his lady
One for my mama too
Make sure she home safely
She need love too
She can't get from her baby
I feel her sadness too
I don't think money can erase it

Yeah I'm racing
Yeah I'm Racing to the bag
Triple digits on the dash
It's a real problem
My girl so sick of me talkin bout cash

Im trying my best to solve it
I know she getting sick of my ass
She know I got options
But I've explored them in the past
And none of them worked out
Stupid shit come out their mouth
The moment i relax
I don't wanna pay the tax
Cus i might relapse
I might relapse
I might relapse



Credits
Writer(s): Faris Abusin, This Zoowe
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