Days Without
I wanna reach up to the stars
I wanna get high til' the sun come up
My guys right here and we smokin' and passin' the joint
But that shit not enough
I think I'm fiendin' for sum' more crazy
Sum' that gets me geeked up
I took a tab, I don't usually do this
Now I see when change comes
I just can't see myself
Goin' days without gettin' high
I'm tryna slow down, keep track of the time
I'll never leave, I'll stay in my prime
Only thing killin' me, father time
I swerve off the perc
I'm puttin' in work
That girl seen my diamonds and she go bezerk
I got that money, that shit I deserve
My bank account climbin', your shit, it gon' burn
I can't imagine a day without my guns and paraphernalia
I got so much shit that I'm keepin' track of
I can't let the opps steal it, yeah
I got the fiends, they floodin' the snap
They fuck with the drugs that I'm dealin', yeah
She wanna get busy with a real mofucka
So she wanna see how I'm feelin' her
If I let her pop, she tweakin'
If I let her fuck, she on my line
She don't understand that I got shit to do with her sister
She rollin' up at 9
I can't imagine day without this lil' microphone
I spittin' these rhymes
I sold a pack to a snitch, he a rat
But you know a mofucka beat that crime
Remember the day that I found you
I can't go a day, without you
Woah
I wanna reach up to the stars
I wanna get high til' the sun come up
My guys right here and we smokin' and passin' the joint
But that shit not enough
I think I'm fiendin' for sum' more crazy
Sum' that gets me geeked up
I took a tab, I don't usually do this
Now I see when change comes
I just can't see myself
Goin' days without gettin' high
I'm tryna slow down, keep track of the time
I'll never leave, I'll stay in my prime
Only thing killin' me, father time
My shawty so worried about what I do
Told her don't trip, 10 racks on the shoes
He played me his music and I ain't amused
You can't compare your drugs to my crew's
They know I been countin' these racks
They know I been gettin' to that bag now
My CashApp be bussin' with all the deals that makin'
Shit, I might cash out
35 shots stay up in this clip
If you talkin' crazy, get packed out
I got my tool layin' under the seat
Told mofuckas don't beef with me
Pushin' to start, I ain't turnin' no keys
This new exotic girl, ain't hittin' no 'tine
I ain't a fiend for nicotine
I'm just in love with that gas
My music straight vibes and your shit is ass
Lemme take you to class
I wanna get high til' the sun come up
My guys right here and we smokin' and passin' the joint
But that shit not enough
I think I'm fiendin' for sum' more crazy
Sum' that gets me geeked up
I took a tab, I don't usually do this
Now I see when change comes
I just can't see myself
Goin' days without gettin' high
I'm tryna slow down, keep track of the time
I'll never leave, I'll stay in my prime
Only thing killin' me, father time
I swerve off the perc
I'm puttin' in work
That girl seen my diamonds and she go bezerk
I got that money, that shit I deserve
My bank account climbin', your shit, it gon' burn
I can't imagine a day without my guns and paraphernalia
I got so much shit that I'm keepin' track of
I can't let the opps steal it, yeah
I got the fiends, they floodin' the snap
They fuck with the drugs that I'm dealin', yeah
She wanna get busy with a real mofucka
So she wanna see how I'm feelin' her
If I let her pop, she tweakin'
If I let her fuck, she on my line
She don't understand that I got shit to do with her sister
She rollin' up at 9
I can't imagine day without this lil' microphone
I spittin' these rhymes
I sold a pack to a snitch, he a rat
But you know a mofucka beat that crime
Remember the day that I found you
I can't go a day, without you
Woah
I wanna reach up to the stars
I wanna get high til' the sun come up
My guys right here and we smokin' and passin' the joint
But that shit not enough
I think I'm fiendin' for sum' more crazy
Sum' that gets me geeked up
I took a tab, I don't usually do this
Now I see when change comes
I just can't see myself
Goin' days without gettin' high
I'm tryna slow down, keep track of the time
I'll never leave, I'll stay in my prime
Only thing killin' me, father time
My shawty so worried about what I do
Told her don't trip, 10 racks on the shoes
He played me his music and I ain't amused
You can't compare your drugs to my crew's
They know I been countin' these racks
They know I been gettin' to that bag now
My CashApp be bussin' with all the deals that makin'
Shit, I might cash out
35 shots stay up in this clip
If you talkin' crazy, get packed out
I got my tool layin' under the seat
Told mofuckas don't beef with me
Pushin' to start, I ain't turnin' no keys
This new exotic girl, ain't hittin' no 'tine
I ain't a fiend for nicotine
I'm just in love with that gas
My music straight vibes and your shit is ass
Lemme take you to class
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