Lyrics untitled 22 - ScottyMay

Yea
Aye
All down bad
Mind been off that cliff, aye
I wanna drive while smoking a spliff
One hand on the ride
Yeah the gears do shift
Ain't automatic here
Most of them fake so I can't stand near all the hidden targets
I'ma keep my eyes closed and
I'ma still hit it regardless
U might need a life jacket to guard it, while'm
Looking at life everyday still falling like, aye
Behind my guardian angels
I don't bother
Nigga be, tied in a tangle with no father to teach a nigga how to be cut throat
When they on yo collar
Nigga fuck a hashtag
Fuck a follow
I See 'em laughing but only from the bottom
Don't brag that
I be dropping bombs like Baghdad

Please don't tell me what you need, no
Tell me what you see

Please don't tell me where you go
Tell me where you be