Drive Home
Berry cough, WAVEY came in smokin' tricombs
Cameras off, WAVEY came in with my side ho (ho huh)
I just took a peaky tripping on the drive home (huh huh huh)
If I stand on my standards then I'll prolly die alone
And my bae blade spinning over, type of shit I'm on
Got a straight face like I'm sober, but it's drugs I'm on
That's another thing I picked up from my fam that couldn't get along
I'm in Denver poppin' trippy 'til it's gone, I'm like "When in Rome"
Missile storm, at yo' dome, if you touch the team
It's a long way from home, I was uncomplete
Smokin' pressure for the pressure that I'm underneath
I don't even write, they copy paste, like they brushing teeth
I'm a player ho, paper what I must receive
Tell a ho "I see you later" then I hit the telekines
I'm so chief'd up, I might be the head of the chiefs
New cribby vibes, she tryna get a set of the keys
Talk 'bout green, I want extra please
I got zippy, I got trippy, I got sippy, spent a check on these
And I'm passing out, if they vetting me
I like to pop a shroom before I like to pop a ecstasy
The highest in the room, you prolly never been as dead as me
Yeah I'm smokin' on my celery
Berry cough, WAVEY came in smokin' tricombs
Cameras off, WAVEY came in with my side ho (ho huh)
I just took a peaky tripping on the drive home (huh huh huh)
If I stand on my standards then I'll prolly die alone
And my bae blade spinning over, type of shit I'm on
Got a straight face like I'm sober, but it's drugs I'm on
Cameras off, WAVEY came in with my side ho (ho huh)
I just took a peaky tripping on the drive home (huh huh huh)
If I stand on my standards then I'll prolly die alone
And my bae blade spinning over, type of shit I'm on
Got a straight face like I'm sober, but it's drugs I'm on
That's another thing I picked up from my fam that couldn't get along
I'm in Denver poppin' trippy 'til it's gone, I'm like "When in Rome"
Missile storm, at yo' dome, if you touch the team
It's a long way from home, I was uncomplete
Smokin' pressure for the pressure that I'm underneath
I don't even write, they copy paste, like they brushing teeth
I'm a player ho, paper what I must receive
Tell a ho "I see you later" then I hit the telekines
I'm so chief'd up, I might be the head of the chiefs
New cribby vibes, she tryna get a set of the keys
Talk 'bout green, I want extra please
I got zippy, I got trippy, I got sippy, spent a check on these
And I'm passing out, if they vetting me
I like to pop a shroom before I like to pop a ecstasy
The highest in the room, you prolly never been as dead as me
Yeah I'm smokin' on my celery
Berry cough, WAVEY came in smokin' tricombs
Cameras off, WAVEY came in with my side ho (ho huh)
I just took a peaky tripping on the drive home (huh huh huh)
If I stand on my standards then I'll prolly die alone
And my bae blade spinning over, type of shit I'm on
Got a straight face like I'm sober, but it's drugs I'm on
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Writer(s): Riley Michael
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