DRIVE Henry Mosto (Ft. Joeyy, Laker, Marlon DuBois & ​Ricky Chix)

[Intro: Henry Mosto]
You already know who it is, man
Break a little piece of this pill for Molly 'cause she still at home
Every sad bitch got good pussy, I ain't ever found a happy hoe
We cry together, lie together, worst of all, deny whatever

[Chorus: Henry Mosto]
I nod while I drive and I tell her I'm not high
And she knows it's a lie but this life is too fly
And we both might die but we're feelin' so right
You don't even gotta tell me
I already know I'm fried

[Verse 1: Laker]
Japanese proxy Balmain shirt
I just slut your bitch out and put her in the earth
Yeah, I'm rocking kilts, bitch, this shit ain't a skirt
Yeah, I got these jeans on, I don't know the words

[Verse 2: Marlon DuBois]
I'm eating a poptart, Balenci jeans on
Your theory's a lost cause, I can't see much
Through the damn fog, let's have a link up
Let's get these bands up, put your hands up
Nothing's changed, features still the same price as your rent
I got too many theories, gave 'em up, can't take them back
I can't go to sleep at night so I woke up at 4 pm