[Chorus: Freejay]
I got homies on my line now
Ain't got the time now
Say I’m too focused on my mind, on my mind now
Worried 'bout those commas, ayy
Ask me how I'm doing, said I’m fine, yeah, I'm fine, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
Yeah, all that drama, leave it to the side now, the side now
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
Ayy, pull up off the lot like a full-drive now, drive
I get those goosebumps every time
[Verse 1: Teddy Stax]
First verse, put 'em in a hearse
Lead y'all to the stars like I'm Captain Kirk
She so hurt, sayin' you a jerk
I did leave her, but she bought me a shirt
She slashed the tires, now she can't even skrt
OG plug me up from the start
Gave me a sticker so a young bool could park
Flipping for the bread, watch for the narcs
Fake coins, I ain't ever take a loss
Stay cold like my boy, Jack Frost
A1, yeah, I been had the sauce
Gonna run it back like Marshall Faulk
Now, I’m on that real talk
The deans around every corner
That’s why I'm a loner
But I still got a chip on my shoulder
If you think I’m not the best, wait 'till I get older
Solar, yeah, I'm in the stars
Hold up, wait, I'm just getting charged
Headphones blasting, duckin’ the guards
Golfin', no, no, they ain't up to par
My bad, 'cause I ain't ever do homework
But I still got the trail like a chauffeur
All that tough talk, ayy, what you finna do in the suburbs?
I got homies on my line now
Ain't got the time now
Say I’m too focused on my mind, on my mind now
Worried 'bout those commas, ayy
Ask me how I'm doing, said I’m fine, yeah, I'm fine, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
Yeah, all that drama, leave it to the side now, the side now
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
Ayy, pull up off the lot like a full-drive now, drive
I get those goosebumps every time
[Verse 1: Teddy Stax]
First verse, put 'em in a hearse
Lead y'all to the stars like I'm Captain Kirk
She so hurt, sayin' you a jerk
I did leave her, but she bought me a shirt
She slashed the tires, now she can't even skrt
OG plug me up from the start
Gave me a sticker so a young bool could park
Flipping for the bread, watch for the narcs
Fake coins, I ain't ever take a loss
Stay cold like my boy, Jack Frost
A1, yeah, I been had the sauce
Gonna run it back like Marshall Faulk
Now, I’m on that real talk
The deans around every corner
That’s why I'm a loner
But I still got a chip on my shoulder
If you think I’m not the best, wait 'till I get older
Solar, yeah, I'm in the stars
Hold up, wait, I'm just getting charged
Headphones blasting, duckin’ the guards
Golfin', no, no, they ain't up to par
My bad, 'cause I ain't ever do homework
But I still got the trail like a chauffeur
All that tough talk, ayy, what you finna do in the suburbs?
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