Turn Me Up

Ok, turn me up they don't like to hear I make 'em listen (aye)
Shooting star, drifting through the wind so make your wishes
I, chase my dreams cus ain't no Freddy Krueger in my visions
100 blunts I put 100 drugs inside my system

Can't change my ways just cross it off the list onto the next one
Can't keep a bitch cus we got super hoes we can't just catch 1
I'm in the field, I keep the sauce, I'm feeling what the Jets on
Never had a kid but I take care of him like he my step-son

Tryna turn me up after I turned up, bitch, I'm beyond tired
We don't bark we bite I'm looking for my back, my dawg got it
I'm rising up, I'm landing on the moon, too high can't fall out it
Can't never trust a rat, he want some cheese, he tell the law bout it

They just being loud and obnoxious for attention
But they ain't never getting loud with vicious intentions
Told 'em hop up off my dick because they all up in my business
And you better listen to that girl, cus that bitch is your mistress

Ok, turn me up they don't like to hear I make 'em listen (aye)
Shooting star, drifting through the wind so make your wishes
I, chase my dreams cus ain't no Freddy Krueger in my visions
100 blunts I put 100 drugs inside my system
Ok, turn me up they don't like to hear I make 'em listen (aye)
Shooting star, drifting through the wind so make your wishes
I, chase my dreams cus ain't no Freddy Krueger in my visions
100 blunts I put 100 drugs inside my system

Can't change my ways just cross it off the list onto the next one
Can't keep a bitch cus we got super hoes we can't just catch 1
I'm in the field, I keep the sauce, I'm feeling what the Jets on
Never had a kid but I take care of him like he my step-son



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Writer(s): Dyl Smith
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