Lyrics Made - Chris

I got a secret you probably should know
Come over and chill, I′m on a pill
I'm felling out of control...
We splurged in Vegas
Then missed all payments
But the party went up
I can′t even front
You don't even know...

This is 6th day we poored up in a row
Bad bitches all in a row
They all want to go
They all want to know

All that I'm feeling is this
All that I′m feeling is this
You talk all your shit
I talk all my shit
Look at my neck
Look at my wrist
Ain′t shit you can fix

I guess you want to be poe
Fuck all the games
Fuck all the fame
I ain't never changed
I hustle some change
Now I′m hoping on planes
Fuck wit me
I Might pop up in Spain
You saying you love me
But I ain't feeling the same

Girl looked what you started
We just want to party
I might just take molly
Crash a new Ferrari
Don′t tell me it's over
I just want to hold you
I sound high
I told you
I sound high
I told you