Reckless (Sped Up)

I've been livin' reckless
It's like I don't know what rest is
I got a fetish for the lettuce, I gotta get it, get it
I hopped up off the red-eye
They like "who that fella" (oh my, my, my)
I've been livin' reckless
It's like I don't know what rest is
I got a fetish for the lettuce, I gotta get it, get it
I hopped up off the red-eye
They like "who that fella" (oh my, my, my)

I've been livin' reckless
Bad bitches coming right up out they dresses
For me, oohwee
I've been livin' reckless
He too this and he too that, he too suggestive
But this the life I know know, 5 am in SoHo
Got purp, got kush, got all that shit, I got it for the low low
Shout out my bro bro
If I got it, then he got it, that's fasho fasho
Nah for real, you don't gotta like it this just how I feel
My lil' baby drive me crazy, someone take the wheel

How'd I end up in the hospital
How'd I end up in these cuffs, this is not real
I was in the back of that ambulance like god dammit, man
This shit ain't a game and I ain't playin', this ain't Hamilton

I've been livin' reckless
It's like I don't know what rest is
I got a fetish for the lettuce, I gotta get it, get it
I hopped up off the red-eye
They like "who that fella" (oh my, my, my)
I've been livin' reckless
It's like I don't know what rest is
I got a fetish for the lettuce, I gotta get it, get it
I hopped up off the red-eye
They like "who that fella" (oh my, my, my)

They do it for the clout (I)
Do it for the bank account, why (why)
I need a large amount (I)
Heard he hatin', but he broke, that's why
Ay, I used to be a dope dealer (yeah)
She say my dick is dope, I guess I'm still a dope dealer
I came in with a bag, just imagine if I didn't
I'd be goin' even harder, I'd be goin' even more retarded

How'd I end up in the hospital
How'd I end up in these cuffs, this is not real
I was in the back of that ambulance like god dammit, man
This shit ain't a game and I ain't playin', this ain't Hamilton

I've been livin' reckless
It's like I don't know what rest is
I got a fetish for the lettuce, I gotta get it, get it
I hopped up off the red-eye
They like "who that fella" (oh my, my, my)
I've been livin' reckless
It's like I don't know what rest is
I got a fetish for the lettuce, I gotta get it, get it
I hopped up off the red-eye
They like "who that fella" (oh my, my, my)



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Writer(s): Alex Petit, Alexander John Martinez
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