V
Yeah yeah, una más a ver
Van como cinco días que no he vuelto a manejar
Creo que es por las vías que no terminan de arreglar
Quizás es mi vista que ya me está quedando mal
O quizás el puto pico y placa que me puso impar
De par en par mi cora no entiende por qué lo pongo pal frente cuando termino una sentence
Será porque me defiende antes que la mente desciende
Si estoy despierto depende que aunque mi cuerpo esté ausente
Siempre yo estoy pa' la gente
Jaj, pero ya me mamé
Dame más razones pa' ser lo que debo ser
Tomaría mil arpones pa' atenerme de mi sed
Ella busca más cabrones que me lleguen a los pies
Yeah, yeah, until I fuck up
Now I'm just waiting for my karma
In a car where I'm sitting and it's not even mine
I got bitches but they emptier than a canvas
Yeah, aye, baby get the cameras
I've been shooting myself wishing it was a handgun
She said she depending on when I bang it
Using up the hangars
Bitch im too busy just making bangers
Bitch, I'm busy helping others
You don't understand you see some of them are fathers
So what they gon' do when I'm not around
I'm their ground, their base
I'm who to count on when you don't keep up to pace
Imma fu- I'm a fuckin' disgrace
Not gonna lie this whole time I've been lying to your face
Try'na tie my shoelace for a new place
Don't wanna trip, but I gotta dip
Taking off the airways
Van como cinco días que no he vuelto a manejar
Creo que es por las vías que no terminan de arreglar
Quizás es mi vista que ya me está quedando mal
O quizás el puto pico y placa que me puso impar
De par en par mi cora no entiende por qué lo pongo pal frente cuando termino una sentence
Será porque me defiende antes que la mente desciende
Si estoy despierto depende que aunque mi cuerpo esté ausente
Siempre yo estoy pa' la gente
Jaj, pero ya me mamé
Dame más razones pa' ser lo que debo ser
Tomaría mil arpones pa' atenerme de mi sed
Ella busca más cabrones que me lleguen a los pies
Yeah, yeah, until I fuck up
Now I'm just waiting for my karma
In a car where I'm sitting and it's not even mine
I got bitches but they emptier than a canvas
Yeah, aye, baby get the cameras
I've been shooting myself wishing it was a handgun
She said she depending on when I bang it
Using up the hangars
Bitch im too busy just making bangers
Bitch, I'm busy helping others
You don't understand you see some of them are fathers
So what they gon' do when I'm not around
I'm their ground, their base
I'm who to count on when you don't keep up to pace
Imma fu- I'm a fuckin' disgrace
Not gonna lie this whole time I've been lying to your face
Try'na tie my shoelace for a new place
Don't wanna trip, but I gotta dip
Taking off the airways
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Writer(s): Michael Curry
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