Crashland
I dont got all this time you got in your world
I need you do something now
I need you doing something right now
Coming in so hot I need to slow it down
Crash landing baby down from outer space
You a hot mess baby need a hot date
I'm the pilot of this ship move at a fast pace
I'm so big I put the world inside my suitcase
I got 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes till I crash
Yeah, I got the moon calling on me
Every single time I hit the gas
Let me out
Let me out
I'm gripping on the ground
I'm bout to air it out right now
Can't feel my rage
Thought he got hit with a body shot till he grabbed his face
Im loving all on that body ah so come give daddy a taste
And shawty hot and she sloppy top so I gotta get out of this place
Ooh damn
Me and the gang, who them?
And every time you hit my phone you hit me talking nasty
Like why the fuck would you do that hoe, you know that'll end up badly
And every time I'm with your hoe, you know she call me daddy
Oh damn
Yeah I'm slacking
We dont sleep cut off your eyelids
24 songs on the album for Kobe Bryant
I do what I want when I please, I'm on my timing
Anyone who wanna feature now gon need to sign things
Thats why I never stop running like the Boston Marathon bitch
She love Marvin Gaye so i been tryna get it on bitch
This for any trick that try to claim that I'm just average
You tried to get along with me your name is just an astrict
I don't got all this time you got in your world
I need you do something now
I need you doing something right now
Coming in so hot I need to
I put it right in the sentence don't even get it twisted
Man I be drowning in bitches got two fine ladies kissing
I took her shopping she tripping she want my windows tinted
I got a big list your mistress is first up on this hit list
I'm putting CP on the track again he never misses
Rains on the beat you know it's real so don't get it twisted
I pull the brake and then you better lock it in
Cause the way we moving downward it ain't long until the end
As the moon gets closer I'm only getting hot
I was doing what I want again and landed at the top
I was coming back to earth because I heard what you was bout
I was in Cancun in the summer in the drought
I ain't got nothing in my way
I see it clear as the gays
And I might be the next victim ain't signing nothing away
The fire catch on the wing
The fire singing my theme
It's 3-2-1 on the beam
I must be high this a dream
I cannot feel anymore
I cannot fly away
Yeah yeah crash landing
I need you do something now
I need you doing something right now
Coming in so hot I need to slow it down
Crash landing baby down from outer space
You a hot mess baby need a hot date
I'm the pilot of this ship move at a fast pace
I'm so big I put the world inside my suitcase
I got 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes till I crash
Yeah, I got the moon calling on me
Every single time I hit the gas
Let me out
Let me out
I'm gripping on the ground
I'm bout to air it out right now
Can't feel my rage
Thought he got hit with a body shot till he grabbed his face
Im loving all on that body ah so come give daddy a taste
And shawty hot and she sloppy top so I gotta get out of this place
Ooh damn
Me and the gang, who them?
And every time you hit my phone you hit me talking nasty
Like why the fuck would you do that hoe, you know that'll end up badly
And every time I'm with your hoe, you know she call me daddy
Oh damn
Yeah I'm slacking
We dont sleep cut off your eyelids
24 songs on the album for Kobe Bryant
I do what I want when I please, I'm on my timing
Anyone who wanna feature now gon need to sign things
Thats why I never stop running like the Boston Marathon bitch
She love Marvin Gaye so i been tryna get it on bitch
This for any trick that try to claim that I'm just average
You tried to get along with me your name is just an astrict
I don't got all this time you got in your world
I need you do something now
I need you doing something right now
Coming in so hot I need to
I put it right in the sentence don't even get it twisted
Man I be drowning in bitches got two fine ladies kissing
I took her shopping she tripping she want my windows tinted
I got a big list your mistress is first up on this hit list
I'm putting CP on the track again he never misses
Rains on the beat you know it's real so don't get it twisted
I pull the brake and then you better lock it in
Cause the way we moving downward it ain't long until the end
As the moon gets closer I'm only getting hot
I was doing what I want again and landed at the top
I was coming back to earth because I heard what you was bout
I was in Cancun in the summer in the drought
I ain't got nothing in my way
I see it clear as the gays
And I might be the next victim ain't signing nothing away
The fire catch on the wing
The fire singing my theme
It's 3-2-1 on the beam
I must be high this a dream
I cannot feel anymore
I cannot fly away
Yeah yeah crash landing
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Writer(s): Caden Pool, Kayden Rains
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