CHASE the SUN (feat. juux & ghostsocial)

Ah-ahh-ah I wanna see you on the billboard I wanna see you on the highrise (See you on the highrise) I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it) I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it) I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it, yeah) Yeah If I won't see tomorrow (Yeah) Yeah, I would touch the stars (I would touch the stars) I would chase the sun, baby you're a waste to time So I'm making up the odds (Making up the odds) Imma push it til I'm tipping it over So you can thank me when it's finally over Your apology ain't rich when you're sober (Nah) You can thank me when we're finally over Now I don't give a fuck, I prayed to God for a Trojan I never waited in line out in the rain for you ever I never wait to decide, acting on impulse is better You brought the hate in my ride, I kicked you out, you remember It's like a one hour drive if we take I-95 And I remember you crying, said we not working together Like we was taking them shifts off Our bosses was pissed off I'm lost in the mist, babe You tell me to fuck off We not on the same page, the chapters got shuffle on It's really like these days, I'm just making these fucking songs You kept all our keepsakes, I kept making fucking songs You made me a mixtape, I ain't listen at fucking all Like baby I was playing Where you going? Are you staying? (Are you staying?) Is it over? (Is it over?) I know you'll miss me when I'm gone You can hit me when you're home (Maybe, baby) (So, so slow) (So, oh oh, maybe baby) (So, so slow) I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it) I wanna see you on it, uh (I wanna see you on it) I wanna see you on it (I wanna see you on it) I don't do fake shit I ain't got no time for no patience No waiting, only time for payment She said she need saving, but I ain't taking patients A lot of people hating, better get up on that waitlist Lot of people two face, shit eating grin they need the tooth paste Who say I ain't making hits? They probably last place Old friends said they made me, ain't breaking 2k Feeling suave, get your end year stats in two days On some hoe shit, posted with your hoe, and then I post it Roasted, catch you with this heater then you toasted Get ghosted, if I lose my strap I'm finna throw shit Smoking potent, hanging with them rats, boy you a rodent Chopper in each hand like it's Halo 2 Boy a nerd, look like Stanley like he parable If it's a day I don't get money then it's terrible Yeah I heard your last track, yeah, terrible Yeah If I won't see tomorrow Yeah, I would touch the stars (I would touch the) I would chase the sun, baby you're a waste to time So I'm making up the odds (Making up the) Imma push it til I'm tipping it over So you can thank me when it's finally over Your apology ain't rich when you're sober (Nah) You can thank me when we're finally over (Halo!)