Driftin (feat. DantBake)
All of you lames, get the fuck out my face
Stay in your lane, stay the fuck out my way
You either know ME, or only as tave
Maybe I just need a little space
To, back it up and let me do my thang
Let the beat build, let the beat bang
I ain't got no G thang
But I'm still pullin them G strings
No you don't know about these things, that we seen
House parties as young teens
Pourin drinks. Smokin weed
Went to concerts, popped E
Drinkin drivin, ridin high and
Couple times, played with my life
But it's all right, cause I'm still alive
I'm still here, this my life
Gotta get it now cause my times right
Pretty little thing with a smile on her
I'm always in a whip with miles on it
Either I be up in it, or ridin round wit it
I'm just tryna have a good time wit it
You know me, I'm always high wit it
"You see tave?" "He fried innit"
Sometimes I'm too high to find the difference
Sometimes I feel indifferent
To the way that I been livin
In this state of mind, so inconsistent
Sometimes I feel myself driftin
Like I might lose it all in an instant
Fuck that! I'll never quit
You know I got a baddie in it
Life's good I'm chillin just tryna kick it, with all these bitches, dog
Why the fuck you trippin, dog?
Why you actin different, dog?
Why you actin vicious, dog?
Go get your prescription, dog
Cause I can feel you driftin off
Yeah I can feel you driftin off
I can feel you driftin off
Aye. Look
I'm getting high everyday, and all night
Head in a haze feeling dazed
But still it's a vibe
Chill with some villains, I call em my slimes
Pick of the litter, the one at the top
To top of the hill, I been climbing a lot
Filling the hole in my heart
Doing it all for the love of the game
Now thinking back, man, where did I start
Up from the dirt, I'm outta the mud
Down by cesspool, sand soaked in blood
Been on the run, and I'm done with chase
Love all my dogs and my niggas the same
Grabbed the controller, I'm changing the game
Writing my life, and I'm turning the page
Done with the haters, let them niggas hate
Let me get mad cause I do what they can't
I'll hit the top with my clique
Hop of the bench
Really don't need no assist
Hop in the booth and I'll rip it to shreds
Turn on a beat and I'm turning some heads
Fuck living check to check
Gimme a penny, I'll make a few bands
I'm done with all this stress
Made mistakes, now I'm making amends
I'm done, with all this stress
I'm making amends
Driftin off
I can feel you driftin off
Driftin off
Ayyo, Tato, play the beat back
Stay in your lane, stay the fuck out my way
You either know ME, or only as tave
Maybe I just need a little space
To, back it up and let me do my thang
Let the beat build, let the beat bang
I ain't got no G thang
But I'm still pullin them G strings
No you don't know about these things, that we seen
House parties as young teens
Pourin drinks. Smokin weed
Went to concerts, popped E
Drinkin drivin, ridin high and
Couple times, played with my life
But it's all right, cause I'm still alive
I'm still here, this my life
Gotta get it now cause my times right
Pretty little thing with a smile on her
I'm always in a whip with miles on it
Either I be up in it, or ridin round wit it
I'm just tryna have a good time wit it
You know me, I'm always high wit it
"You see tave?" "He fried innit"
Sometimes I'm too high to find the difference
Sometimes I feel indifferent
To the way that I been livin
In this state of mind, so inconsistent
Sometimes I feel myself driftin
Like I might lose it all in an instant
Fuck that! I'll never quit
You know I got a baddie in it
Life's good I'm chillin just tryna kick it, with all these bitches, dog
Why the fuck you trippin, dog?
Why you actin different, dog?
Why you actin vicious, dog?
Go get your prescription, dog
Cause I can feel you driftin off
Yeah I can feel you driftin off
I can feel you driftin off
Aye. Look
I'm getting high everyday, and all night
Head in a haze feeling dazed
But still it's a vibe
Chill with some villains, I call em my slimes
Pick of the litter, the one at the top
To top of the hill, I been climbing a lot
Filling the hole in my heart
Doing it all for the love of the game
Now thinking back, man, where did I start
Up from the dirt, I'm outta the mud
Down by cesspool, sand soaked in blood
Been on the run, and I'm done with chase
Love all my dogs and my niggas the same
Grabbed the controller, I'm changing the game
Writing my life, and I'm turning the page
Done with the haters, let them niggas hate
Let me get mad cause I do what they can't
I'll hit the top with my clique
Hop of the bench
Really don't need no assist
Hop in the booth and I'll rip it to shreds
Turn on a beat and I'm turning some heads
Fuck living check to check
Gimme a penny, I'll make a few bands
I'm done with all this stress
Made mistakes, now I'm making amends
I'm done, with all this stress
I'm making amends
Driftin off
I can feel you driftin off
Driftin off
Ayyo, Tato, play the beat back
Credits
Writer(s): Taven Lovato
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