Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Allen
Songwriter
Jackson Gray
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Just comes and hits)
(And runs me over like a god damn freight train)
Kendrick said don't kill my vibe
(And when is the next freight train coming through?)
(You got a printed schedule?)
Kendrick said don't kill my vibe
Kendrick said don't kill my vibe
(Give you the space)
(So you can smoke)
Mood killer
Mood killer
Roll five blunts up, blow that Runtz out, all I wanna do is get high
When you fuck once, and she test her gun, now she mad and she ain' comin' outside
Roll five blunts up, blow that Runtz out, all I wanna do is get high
Time gon' come, best push ya' luck, you've known you've been running out of time
It's five in the morning and she cry when she want it
Only come around if she high or she horny
Shorty down south, only fifteen out, when I call her up we get faded
I'm sippin' codeine to sleep
She mad on arrival, now I'm mad that I met her
Real mood killer
The drugs do it better
(I'm still tryna get up inside, please forgive me)
It was so much more fun in the old days, wasn't it? (Sippin' codeine to sleep)
I'd get drunk, I'd pass out and you'd put me back together (Sippin' codeine to sleep)
That was the best huh?
It's never been that easy
Roll five blunts up, blow that Runtz out, all I wanna do is get high
When you fuck once, and she test her gun, now she mad and she ain' comin' outside
Roll five blunts up, blow that Runtz out, all I wanna do is get high
Time gon' come, best push ya' luck, you've known you've been running out of time
(We're supposed to try and be real)
(And when you feel alone, we are not together, and that is real)
(And when you don't know, you just don't know)
(I don't know how to make it better and I swear to God you don't either!)
Written by: Christopher Allen, Jackson Gray