Drink

Fly
Fly

Think it's all chill, think it's all calm
Reality check, ring the alarm
Can try with the physical
Can't match the mental harm
Flames on the road
Flexing mode
Fly past you, your mum, your sister
Chicks friends asking
When I'm gonna be her mr
This prick just pulled out on me
Road rage, hope I've turned that page
One day on a big, big, big stage
Doesn't matter the size or age
You're still locked in that cage
Let off the 410 gauge
You didn't have that stage (Nahh)
(Boss)
Boss on me, Hugo tee
Transparency, not through me
Fuck around and see
Disciplinary action
That will give me the utmost satisfaction
Think it's all chill, think it's all calm
Can try with the physical
Can't match the mental harm
Fly
Fly
Fly past you
Your mum
Your sister

Think it's all chill, think it's all calm
Guess what's in my right palm
Burner, blade, dusters
I need money coming in clusters
Chicks want the label
But you don't get far settled and stable
Pricks act still in the cradle
They're able but not willing
I perform however I'm feeling
Music, work, dealing
Up late, try create
Procrastinate, I detonate
Elda I don't rate
That's alright, fuck you mate
Have a suss of the mental state
There is no clean slate (Nah)
(Drink)
Drink
I spend fifty on boxers
At nineteen
Thomas Sabo rings and watches
Don't tell me what lots is
Don't even wear that shit anymore
My girl give me head
Girl, I know your box is sore
Girl give me more (More)
Night out night out (Out)
We fuck on the floor (Floor)
Girl give me more (More)
Girl give me more (More)
Now, were, fucking on the floor
Girl give me more



Credits
Writer(s): Elda .
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