FOOL'S PARADISE
Yeah
Suicide doors, won't you hop up in my ride?
Always been a loner, but I keep you by my side
Show her couple of these tracks
Said she liking how that sound
Hate the company of strangers, but don't mind when you're around
And I could never let myself get chained by a bitch
Motherfuckers tell me imma fail
But if I failed, then what is this?
And now you're three pills deep
I can taste it on your tongue
Said she got too many friends, said I been lonely for too long
Had to put my side bitch to the side, to the side, yeah
And this anxiety inside of me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, fuck
I'm waking like a Sunday
I'm playing like a ghost
Don't think I'll make it to Monday 'cause it's you I want the most
I want money and the fashion 'cause the limelight's all I know
Step up to someone that I love and imma punch you in the throat
Yeah
Swervin' real fast in the beam
Might get dropped, might get lost
See a pretty young baddie and I think I might smash it
When I'm whippin' too hard and I think I might crash it
Like woah, damn that's what she like
I been falling hard, six feet down
And you can't take away my heart because my soul is six feet underground
Suicide doors, won't you hop up in my ride?
Always been a loner, but I keep you by my side
Show her couple of these tracks
Said she liking how that sound
Hate the company of strangers, but don't mind when you're around
And I could never let myself get chained by a bitch
Motherfuckers tell me imma fail
But if I failed, then what is this?
And now you're three pills deep
I can taste it on your tongue
Said she got too many friends, said I been lonely for too long
Had to put my side bitch to the side, to the side, yeah
And this anxiety inside of me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, fuck
I'm waking like a Sunday
I'm playing like a ghost
Don't think I'll make it to Monday 'cause it's you I want the most
I want money and the fashion 'cause the limelight's all I know
Step up to someone that I love and imma punch you in the throat
Yeah
Swervin' real fast in the beam
Might get dropped, might get lost
See a pretty young baddie and I think I might smash it
When I'm whippin' too hard and I think I might crash it
Like woah, damn that's what she like
I been falling hard, six feet down
And you can't take away my heart because my soul is six feet underground
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Writer(s): Calvin Squire
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