Crashed Out

I slept in past noon again

Wonder why I do that shit

I coulda wrote like twenty songs

Coulda been right in the mix

Matter fact I'll take my time

Smoke blunts and get on my grind

Tryna make these dollar signs

Finna make these dollars mine

Get a brand new crib

For the folks back

Tryna show that I'll be fine

Playing shows gon' take some time

But that's something I don't mind

No, no

We taking some photos

Tryna make it solo

But don't nobody know though

Focus on the future

If I ain't then I just won't blow

Oh, no

I'm living my life on auto

Don't know if I'll see tomorrow

So tell it's true

Isn't you?

I need to borrow

Just for the night

And just for the fun

I ain't gonna bite

Well maybe just once

See you my taste

Girl, I know what I want

And it's something to be

But it's more to be on

And I really be on one

And you send me a flick of you

I get a pic of you

I'm loving on yuh

Most my life I been a mess

Shit I wish you all the best

I can't even hold it down

So I think I'm leaving west

Girl, you best believe in that

Type shit I'm gon' see you through

I see you it's pleasing me

Type shit I'm gon' do to you

Crashed out late again

I'm losing my grip on time

It's not up to me

But if it was you'd be mine

And if she

Get on my shit one more time

Then its please

Don't call back don't hit my line