Lyrics

This is buckleberg, Broken verb, When i toke a nerve you heard this, Get high on the beach where i live, And put drum patterns on some of the verses, Yeah turn up my music alright, Dont mean we dont like us a good christ, Man i still drink beer, I still smoke weed, I still party until it gets light, right, What the fuck happened to the music, Every top 40 songs were using, Shit that i've already heard, its useless, Man this shit is not that confusing, So i sit here, staring out, the window tryin' find what lifes about, But thats what lifes about, Yeah you don't know shit until you time is out, You better grind it out, I been hurt, See the exit wounds from all these fucking schools that wont accept me to, I ain't good enough for your music school, You aint good enough for my music too, But this is my shit, I made it, right now i feel like the greatest, Its that blues riff, and that acoustic kit, I gotta say it gets the crew aided, All i wanna do is like you, Come up, make money and make booze, Make booze, i love it why dont you, If you hate me you really hate you, Yeah all i wanna do is make tunes with the moon out Live too south, aint grew up with a new crowd, Got a new place with a new house, Got complaints that they saying, yeah they saying that we're too loud, Cause, i've been running out of gas, This time ima make it last, Ima keep on running til my wheels fall off, Wheels fall off, Wheels fall off I've been running out of gas, This time ima make it last, Ima keep on running til my wheels fall off, Wheels fall off, Wheels fall off, And i'd be lyin' if i said i wasnt local, low key, Go slow, take a walk with me, Had a talk in the moonlight, Got the moon right, Got stripped of in a mossy beast, Still a mans gotta eat in this bitch, Tryna put mom in a brand new whip, I know i failed a lot, but have i failed enough, I never put an i by quit, I been knocked out, locked in cuffs, Been broke, thats not whats up, Used to donate blood for like 20 bucks, Turn around and put it on a dove, Another brown bag for a ride on the bus, Got a new load to fill that up, Boy comes in goes miles to the wall, Ride til the wheels fall off, Shit got hurt, But i cant feel much of this house release, So i play on his sin, Be gotta stay on point, Let him heat it up fast, With the shakes on the feels, Wanna heal two hearts and a dog, This work of art are two sides apart, Its not too familiar, But sparks the art, That could charge up the steady shit and thats real, All me, Street like an orange when im starting to peel, Yeah cheer to hear more, Off the beat, Our paths crossed in peace for orange, Thats stuff for either or, Sit on top of these two isosceles, Got a chain leak in a school, I was blamed for, Got scared when a girl tried to cross me, Make a B line even when the keys wanna swing on a scene i will fall and ill be fine, I got the J, you got the grape vine, Cut of the rain pow, wow gotta stay dry, Uh, stay live with us, Cape fly days got diamond cut, If 5 years aint that, had a palma bust, Had the same thing but change gotta fire it up, And we gone. Cause, i've been running out of gas, This time ima make it last, Ima keep on running til my wheels fall off, Wheels fall off, Wheels fall off Its a long long road ahead, All i got is a bag in my bag and the voice inside my head, Telling me to to step, But ima keep rolling through, baby, til my wheels fall off, Its a long long road ahead, All i got is a bag in my bag and the voice inside my head, Telling me to to step, But ima keep rolling through, baby, til my wheels fall off, Cause, i've been running out of gas, This time ima make it last, Ima keep on running til my wheels fall off, Wheels fall off, Wheels fall off Cause, i've been running out of gas, This time ima make it last, Ima keep on running til my wheels fall off, Wheels fall off, Wheels fall off
Writer(s): Spencer Satin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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