Summer Knights
Yeah, this beat got a different bounce
I'm smokin' gas in large amounts
Fuck what you do, just make it count
They don't know what we about, so why they talkin' like they do
I stay up until it's early, sometimes I think about you
Coughin' like I got the flu, but I'm just smokin' gas
They started way ahead of me, somehow they still got passed
That shit is kinda tragic, if I want somethin', you know I'ma take the steps to grab it
Instead of bitchin' bout the past, I'm drivin' somethin' fast
I'm confident in my own skin and I don't gotta ask
They too fuckin' scared to try, no wonder they in last
I'm always workin' on my craft, I can't relate to that
You know I like my weed loud and all my bitches bad
She wanna go down, fuck, ima let her,
She you told me yo ass lame, I do it better
How you got no fuckin' skills?
That shit pathetic,
Left in the past, I had to dead it
You sent me a text, but I never read it,
I tried to stay strong, but it got to my head
Fuck it, that's just the way things went,
Still think about some of the shit you said
Its stuck in my head, I try to forget,
I think that I just want some head
Know ill make you cum, shit, let's make a bet
We up all night and we fuck but not friends
You know I'ma be here till the end
I want you on top, then give me some head
Don't make me ask that shit again
I'm smokin' gas in large amounts
Fuck what you do, just make it count
They don't know what we about, so why they talkin' like they do
I stay up until it's early, sometimes I think about you
Coughin' like I got the flu, but I'm just smokin' gas
They started way ahead of me, somehow they still got passed
That shit is kinda tragic, if I want somethin', you know I'ma take the steps to grab it
Instead of bitchin' bout the past, I'm drivin' somethin' fast
I'm confident in my own skin and I don't gotta ask
They too fuckin' scared to try, no wonder they in last
I'm always workin' on my craft, I can't relate to that
You know I like my weed loud and all my bitches bad
She wanna go down, fuck, ima let her,
She you told me yo ass lame, I do it better
How you got no fuckin' skills?
That shit pathetic,
Left in the past, I had to dead it
You sent me a text, but I never read it,
I tried to stay strong, but it got to my head
Fuck it, that's just the way things went,
Still think about some of the shit you said
Its stuck in my head, I try to forget,
I think that I just want some head
Know ill make you cum, shit, let's make a bet
We up all night and we fuck but not friends
You know I'ma be here till the end
I want you on top, then give me some head
Don't make me ask that shit again
Credits
Writer(s): Jonah Kessel
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