Lirik

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Ay, yo Could give a fuck about that other shit Do-it-on-my-own shit Kick-me-out-my-home shit Leave-me-on-the-road shit I keep my extended clip You can keep my candle lit Just make sure when they show up That them bitches they ain't findin' shit I been poppin' melatonin I can't find my serotonin My bitch come from Arctic Ocean If you ask you'll mix the potion Make sure that you sip the potion Let that shit cause a commotion If and when you hit that shit You flyin' off to Nova Scotia Least I got a death wish Shorty can't test this Don't fuck up my setlist I swear I'm gettin' reckless She want bed & breakfast That's more than I expected I thought she would bounce after we mix it up chemists Sand inside the hourglass, I have to hit the corner fast I'm swervin' in the Lex' without that bitch That's why I'm short of cash No, this ain't a Cadillac, I'll write you up a whole paragraph About why my whip can fly so fast, and why your shit is always last Landspeed I had a bad bitch that she a bitch Down that sushi, Æon Flux Bring me back to better memories, my life need a redux Me, my ego and my Nike, now she like she don't need us R32 with rocket fuel I drive off like I'm Elon Musk You think that I'd forget about the night of Halloween? Need to double up on melatonin and promethazine Can't sleep, I can't close my eyes without me playin' every scene Dreams so fuckin' real that I'm tucked in with an M16 Gasoline be runnin' through my inner being Always got me seein' demons, always fuckin' fleein', sleepin' And my pager keep on beepin' but I act like I don't see it I keep starin' at the ceiling wonderin' how my heart keep beatin', ay Could give a fuck about that other shit Kicking-in-your-door shit Nissan-in-the-zone shit Leave-it-on-the-road shit I keep my extended clip Got a diamond pistol grip Just make sure when we show up That them bitches they ain't having shit Could give a fuck about that other shit Do-it-on-my-own shit Kick-me-out-my-home shit Leave-me-on-the-road shit I keep my extended clip You can keep my candle lit Just make sure when they show up That them bitches they ain't findin' shit
Writer(s): Andrew Heinrich, Landspeed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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