[Verse 1: Sam Paulino]
I'm off a bottle, off a zip, off a motherfuckin' tab
I just took a day trip, there ain't no way I'm going back
I just drank my fourth fifth, and I might crash this rented whip
And go to hell with every choice and bad decision that I had
Hopin' all my friends are strizzy and my family doin' proper
Know momma always wished that I'd grow up to be a doctor
But I ain't make it to Harvard and I'm glad I didn't
Just a son of a bitch whippin' a Ford, focused on writtens
More importantly women with bad intentions and fishy feelings
Keepin' me outta pocket, then diggin' in 'em
I ain't done my dishes in a minute, my roommate finna kill me
And I just left my girl 'cause she fuckin' with other niggas
Now I been on a trip, maybe more than a bender
I'm still up in the studio, tryna get through the winter
And I thank God that I'm still alive, I coulda been finished
By my antics, or asleep with the fishes, yeah
[Bridge: Philosofie]
I've been taking my time before I go down baby
Take a look at my life from the outside
Lately the more I see the less I know
Within my dreams without control
I'm running out, running out
The more I breathe the more I choke
For what I fiend inside my soul
I'm running out, running out
I'm off a bottle, off a zip, off a motherfuckin' tab
I just took a day trip, there ain't no way I'm going back
I just drank my fourth fifth, and I might crash this rented whip
And go to hell with every choice and bad decision that I had
Hopin' all my friends are strizzy and my family doin' proper
Know momma always wished that I'd grow up to be a doctor
But I ain't make it to Harvard and I'm glad I didn't
Just a son of a bitch whippin' a Ford, focused on writtens
More importantly women with bad intentions and fishy feelings
Keepin' me outta pocket, then diggin' in 'em
I ain't done my dishes in a minute, my roommate finna kill me
And I just left my girl 'cause she fuckin' with other niggas
Now I been on a trip, maybe more than a bender
I'm still up in the studio, tryna get through the winter
And I thank God that I'm still alive, I coulda been finished
By my antics, or asleep with the fishes, yeah
[Bridge: Philosofie]
I've been taking my time before I go down baby
Take a look at my life from the outside
Lately the more I see the less I know
Within my dreams without control
I'm running out, running out
The more I breathe the more I choke
For what I fiend inside my soul
I'm running out, running out
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