Lyrics 2am in Fort Worth - BigMars

I bet you thought I was gon sing to this
But I'm feeling this, you might just need to grab a syllabus
I'm handing out some courses like my name was Gordon
Used to wanna hang with corpses, but I see my life as gorgeous
I let my balls swing like billy Madison
I'm badder than any rappers I'm combatting with, they had a fit
And It ain't we when you talk to me, that we shit
Is weak shit we can meet up at an Arby's get to beefing
Feel like I reached a new level, I'm careful with it though
They say the higher you climb it makes a bigger fall
Well that's my favorite season, i like the way the breeze is
It's getting close to freezing, she call it cuddle season
It's 2AM on a Tuesday you say you on the way
Ándale, i know you only come for fondling
Guess I like being used, guess I like the abuse
Guess we fight every time I disagree with your views, but this ain't nothing to lose
There ain't nothing to lose

Uh, I don't stop until I get what I want
I'm from the slums, I was born in MX
What you know about that, y'all chewing on some Xanax
Pussies thinking that you hard and all
Excuse my French I beg you pardon uh
I shine so hard they think I got that armor all
Y'all so corny, you cropped out cus I don't see no farm at all
I keep the stick where the cream at, that haagen-dazs
Bitch I come for y'all cus in the court I'm hogging all the balls
Hit that motherfucking thing like it owe me money
It's pressure in my lungs but i keep that water on me
Said she don't want you thats why she fucking on me
Say you laughing to the bank, I don't like funny money
If I holla at yo girl that bitch will leave ya for me
Do or die for the squad, feel like Isaiah homie
Super high can't see my eyes but I still see what's coming
If i die, i ain't die, the music living for me
808's be hitting harder than your stepdad
Evaluate, feel like I'm Harden way step back
It's hella hate, we killing shit so I expect that
I'm better than ya next and you can fucking bet that