Hey Hey
And we bout it erryday erryday erryday
Fuck what anybody say, I lay awake with the AK
You can’t fight the feeling
You can’t fight the feeling, oh no All this shit I deal with
Reminds me while I’m still lit, still lit
Swerving on the south side
Yeah, grew up on the east in CT, in CT
Making sure my sound right
And so I never get no sleep
(always working on these beats oh)
Fucking with my old girl
She don’t think I’m any good
But got something to show the world
(before y’all think that I go Hollywood)
Spitting game, I’m like get involved (get involved)
Young girl so flawless
Head like she jawless
I’m off that, running through the stage in a top hat
Yeah they gonna hate, coulda called that
Once you get on, then I’m off that
Shoulda be gone but my car crashed
But now I’m more alive than before
This shit ain’t the same no more (no no)
360 spin and I’m told, in the black xl after show
With a bunch of young kids
Tryna take photos, my low
With a long road ahead, no weed
On the plane 5 days of the week
Can’t wait to get home and just chill
Never thought this would be the deal, so ill
And we bout it erryday, erryday, erryday
Fuck what anybody say, I lay awake with the AK
227 be the name, and praise J She been down since banged the basement
A no show to your after party
I don’t feel like I gotta be somebody
Been thinking too much, and feeling hardly
Still the dirt bike feel like Harley
I’m four finger type golden (gold)
One late night and I told her
I was lit and out with my homies
Like damn it’s time to get focused
What it got' take to get out this here coma
Who you gonna lay when the show all over
Made a 100k just to label me a stoner
Cool cuz I’m still blowing Doja
Still on the move, Daytona
Still don’t feel like cold world
Still don’t feel like cold world
Still, Still, Still, Still sold out in Minnesota
Hol' Up, young girl so appealing
She look me right in the eyes
She told me «You Can’t fight this feeling»
Said «You ain’t gotta try»