Timezones

Woah, it's me and my own brothers, yeah we stay up to ourselves
All the bitches I be fuckin' with, they bring me hell
They said they don't care about me, just care about themselves
So I stick up to the Xans and I take em myself

Woah, woah, woah, woah, I cannot believe
All these hoes, they always question, irritating me
They said that they care about me, no one's saving me
I'ma be honest, the Xanaxs, they be killing me

Woah, woah, enough of with the drugs
Everybody always say that I'm more than enough

Switchin' time zones, I switch my own lanes
Stuck up in my head, too busy on the propane
Niggas love being nosy, knowing my name
All the "Love & Drugs" that shit was a whole phase

Trippin' over all these hoes, it's just a waste of time
Learning through my past mistakes to understand this life
Ain't the same person as before, is a blessing right?
If that's the case, then why the devil always on my line?
Too damn young to have this shit coming off my mind
In depth with karma, at this point, I have to owe my life

Xanax and the lean, yeah, it brings a whole feel
Hit too deep, had to tell all my friends it ain't real
Back in ninth grade, you catch me laced up off the pills
Love the feeling, almost dying, it brings a lovely thrill
Hide it from all of my friends, brings a scary feel
Took by four, I had to tell all of my own friends to chill

I know that they scared about me, what I'm really feeling
All I have to say, I'm so damn high as a ceiling, ayy



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Writer(s): Orlando Soliz
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