gotham
I'm sweating but I'm cold yeah
I'll let the moon drop while I pour up my pain
Bitches wanna talk when they sipping champagne
When the sun rise never see me in the day
I've been fucking up the road
All this swerving in my lane
Popped all three feel em' swimming in my brain
Than I give her that "D" I ain't talking bout drank
Fucked up
Think I'm insane
We just got racks at the club
Hella paid
And
I just put thrax in my lungs in the fade
When I make it to the top
Man I think ima stay
And I'm popped off
Remember when it was the lost cause
From the shallow grave
Where the grass soft
To the newer feelings where the cash gone
So you better watch where you stash on
Now I'm popping pills I may pass on
In the fast lane oh is that wrong
Better your speed for the wheels gone
Be the last song
One on one it was a long shot
I put the scope on an got a headshot
All this paper stacking with the oven on
Man you would think we at a fucking bread-shop
Swear she give me neck, yeah she give me throat
You would think I had her in a head lock
I could tell you how the real story goes
Fucking bitches and it's outta wedlock (ugh)
Yeah
And I'm sipping wockhardt
I still got a black heart
But I feel like I'm not smart
Tell it to ya I don't wanna lie
Chancing through another light night
Think it's time to take another late flight
If I'm freaking out its from the stage fright
Tryna hit the peak and when the rage right
Pressure on me with these new reflections
Swear I'm geeking out I'm on the Adderall
Down the street I was chasing dreams you better watch your step
Before you slip and fall
Now the drug music really sounded cool
Til you found yourself with the new withdrawals
But what the fuck was I supposed to do I was getting bored man I seen it all
I'll let the moonrise while I pour up my pain
Bitches wanna talk when they sipping champagne
When the sun rise you wont see me in the day
I've been fucking up the road
Still swerving in my lane
Rolling off racks at the club hella payed
Puttin' thrax in my lungs
Feeling numb in the fade
Popped all three feel em' swimming in my brain
Than I give her that D
I ain't talking bout drank
I'm sweating but I'm cold
I'll let the moon drop while I pour up my pain
Bitches wanna talk when they sipping champagne
When the sun rise never see me in the day
I've been fucking up the road
All this swerving in my lane
Popped all three feel em' swimming in my brain
Than I give her that "D" I ain't talking bout drank
Fucked up
Think I'm insane
We just got racks at the club
Hella paid
And
I just put thrax in my lungs in the fade
When I make it to the top
Man I think ima stay
And I'm popped off
Remember when it was the lost cause
From the shallow grave
Where the grass soft
To the newer feelings where the cash gone
So you better watch where you stash on
Now I'm popping pills I may pass on
In the fast lane oh is that wrong
Better your speed for the wheels gone
Be the last song
One on one it was a long shot
I put the scope on an got a headshot
All this paper stacking with the oven on
Man you would think we at a fucking bread-shop
Swear she give me neck, yeah she give me throat
You would think I had her in a head lock
I could tell you how the real story goes
Fucking bitches and it's outta wedlock (ugh)
Yeah
And I'm sipping wockhardt
I still got a black heart
But I feel like I'm not smart
Tell it to ya I don't wanna lie
Chancing through another light night
Think it's time to take another late flight
If I'm freaking out its from the stage fright
Tryna hit the peak and when the rage right
Pressure on me with these new reflections
Swear I'm geeking out I'm on the Adderall
Down the street I was chasing dreams you better watch your step
Before you slip and fall
Now the drug music really sounded cool
Til you found yourself with the new withdrawals
But what the fuck was I supposed to do I was getting bored man I seen it all
I'll let the moonrise while I pour up my pain
Bitches wanna talk when they sipping champagne
When the sun rise you wont see me in the day
I've been fucking up the road
Still swerving in my lane
Rolling off racks at the club hella payed
Puttin' thrax in my lungs
Feeling numb in the fade
Popped all three feel em' swimming in my brain
Than I give her that D
I ain't talking bout drank
I'm sweating but I'm cold
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Weddell
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