Songtexte Speed Off - somber111

Yeah yeah, whoah
Yeah yeah, whoah
Yeah yeah, whoah
Yeah yeah, whoah whoah
Aha
Think I might speed off in that whip, uhh ha
Think I might aha
Think I might speed off and then drift, uhh huh
Think I might aha

Think I might speed off in that whip
Think I might speed off and then drift
Yeah, I be geekin' off that Percocet
I cannot drive, I need me a Lyft
You wasn't there for me when I was broke
So why do you think you deserve a gift?
I swear these drugs make my body stiff
But I'm finna pop me a Molly still

And I pop a X and I pop a Perc
I left my ex hoe so hurt
I left ya best bro in the dirt
And if you not careful, leave you in a hearse
I got rhinestones on my jacket
I got the choppa, fully automatic
I bought her a purse, now that bitch keep on braggin'
Even when I was broke I knew I was gon' have it
Stop actin' so damn dramatic
I got pounds of drugs in the attic
Yeah, I gotta focus, I pop me a Addy
You talkin' bogus, lil boy drop the addy
I got yo girlfriend in my bedroom
And that bitch keep on call me daddy

I need space
Baby I need space
Please get out my way
Outer space
I'm in outer space
All these drugs I take
Can't feel my face
Can't feel my legs
I'm sippin' on drank
Til' the day I'm dead

Never that
Never that
Never that
Walked in this bitch wit' the bands, got hella racks
Walked in this bitch, Taliban, got hella straps
Playin' wit' the clique, I'll send you where Heaven at
High in the clouds, bitch I'm in my habitat

Ah shit
I'm
Nauseous
Why?
I found a couple pills inside my pockets
I can't fuck with no hoe that's tryna start shit
I sold my soul
I put it up for auction
Ahh

Think I might speed off in that whip
Think I might speed off and then drift
Yeah, I be geekin' off that Percocet
I cannot drive, I need me a Lyft
You wasn't there for me when I was broke
So why do you think you deserve a gift?
I swear these drugs make my body stiff
But I'm finna pop me a Molly still

And I pop a X and I pop a Perc
I left my ex hoe so hurt
I left ya best bro in the dirt
And if you not careful, leave you in a hearse
I got rhinestones on my jacket
I bought her a purse, now that bitch keep on braggin'
I got the choppa, fully automatic
Even when I was broke I knew I was gon' have it
Stop actin' so damn dramatic
I got pounds of drugs in the attic
Yeah, I gotta focus, I pop me a Addy
You talkin' bogus, lil boy drop the addy
I got yo girlfriend in my bedroom
And that bitch keep on call me daddy