ecstasy and ace of spades
Running on fumes bout to get some more gas
If the car looks cloudy I'm driving home
And I'll spread my wings while I fly away
All these racks on me throwing money in your face like
I'm feeling like I'm froze in the cold
Spitting heat out of reach tryna reach it again
Not really tryna fuck on your bitch
Wont even have to switch for the night gon' end
Not fucking with the drink no more
Now my dreams all gone can't sleep no more
I put it in the song cause you know I'm living wrong
Not sure what to think no more and
Rolling on "E" and I'm feeling so high
Had me hopping in the whip but I'm flying home
Running on fumes bout to get some more gas
If the car looks cloudy I'm driving home
Popping these tabs they're straight to the brain
I'm popping this shit while I'm on the road
Tryna fuck on your bitch for the week gon' end
If she pop that pussy I might explode
Woke up and can't find my way on my own
Asking myself are you turning to stone
And way that I'm rolling I feel like I'm floating
I swear that I might just float away
They talking that bullshit I say okay then I'm on my way
Not pouring no potion I'm off that magic sipping ace of spades
Mixing new prescriptions put it all on me
Hidden message in a bottle now we're all gon' drink
Said you either pop the pills or parachute the molly
It's a party over here and everybody's on "E"
And way I'm smoking these trees
They got me tweaking like a fiend
I'm pulling up late but I'm ready to go
Wont say goodbye when it's time to leave
My state of mind in an altered state
This toxic rain getting hard to breath
Fucking up they shoulders throwing shade
I'm bout to show em' my belief no pressure
No pressure I'm moving these roadster sorta like a Rockstar
Sipping this drink and running from the cop car
Never gave a fuck about nothing but wockhardt
Pouring up purple but you know I got a black heart
Still listen to the Black Keys
Like Mozart pushing these white keys
These spirits in the wall don't know me
Everybody so fake they phony
And I've been moving at the speed of sound
Still tweaking so I had to take the downs
And that bitch she might have the downs
But she'll give ya brain no cap and gown
I've been in the trenches I've been underground
Coming out the rain trying not to drown
See ya looking for what ya never found
Got you praying for it out loud
Woke up and can't find my way on my own
Asking myself are you turning to stone
And way that I'm rolling I feel like I'm floating
I swear that I might just float away
They talking that bullshit I say okay then I'm on my way
Not pouring no potion I'm off that magic sipping ace of spades
Mixing new prescriptions put it all on me
Hidden message in a bottle now we're all gon' drink
Said you either pop the pills or parachute the molly
It's a party over here and everybody's on "E"
If the car looks cloudy I'm driving home
And I'll spread my wings while I fly away
All these racks on me throwing money in your face like
I'm feeling like I'm froze in the cold
Spitting heat out of reach tryna reach it again
Not really tryna fuck on your bitch
Wont even have to switch for the night gon' end
Not fucking with the drink no more
Now my dreams all gone can't sleep no more
I put it in the song cause you know I'm living wrong
Not sure what to think no more and
Rolling on "E" and I'm feeling so high
Had me hopping in the whip but I'm flying home
Running on fumes bout to get some more gas
If the car looks cloudy I'm driving home
Popping these tabs they're straight to the brain
I'm popping this shit while I'm on the road
Tryna fuck on your bitch for the week gon' end
If she pop that pussy I might explode
Woke up and can't find my way on my own
Asking myself are you turning to stone
And way that I'm rolling I feel like I'm floating
I swear that I might just float away
They talking that bullshit I say okay then I'm on my way
Not pouring no potion I'm off that magic sipping ace of spades
Mixing new prescriptions put it all on me
Hidden message in a bottle now we're all gon' drink
Said you either pop the pills or parachute the molly
It's a party over here and everybody's on "E"
And way I'm smoking these trees
They got me tweaking like a fiend
I'm pulling up late but I'm ready to go
Wont say goodbye when it's time to leave
My state of mind in an altered state
This toxic rain getting hard to breath
Fucking up they shoulders throwing shade
I'm bout to show em' my belief no pressure
No pressure I'm moving these roadster sorta like a Rockstar
Sipping this drink and running from the cop car
Never gave a fuck about nothing but wockhardt
Pouring up purple but you know I got a black heart
Still listen to the Black Keys
Like Mozart pushing these white keys
These spirits in the wall don't know me
Everybody so fake they phony
And I've been moving at the speed of sound
Still tweaking so I had to take the downs
And that bitch she might have the downs
But she'll give ya brain no cap and gown
I've been in the trenches I've been underground
Coming out the rain trying not to drown
See ya looking for what ya never found
Got you praying for it out loud
Woke up and can't find my way on my own
Asking myself are you turning to stone
And way that I'm rolling I feel like I'm floating
I swear that I might just float away
They talking that bullshit I say okay then I'm on my way
Not pouring no potion I'm off that magic sipping ace of spades
Mixing new prescriptions put it all on me
Hidden message in a bottle now we're all gon' drink
Said you either pop the pills or parachute the molly
It's a party over here and everybody's on "E"
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Weddell
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