Lyrics Mafia Car Ride - Wooked

Cause it's like we're in a
Mafia car ride
Guns drawn and crossed lines
Currency of life

Bud sticks, in tight rolls
Seal it up, yeah, envelope
Gift wrap, yeah, light it up
Smoke, smoke more dope

Cause it's like we're in a
Mafia car ride
Guns drawn and crossed lines
Currency of life

Bud sticks, in tight rolls
Seal it up, yeah, envelope
Gift wrap, yeah, light it up
Smoke, smoke more dope

Every night getting worse, put me in a hearse
After I bury this verse they gonna call me a legend
People think that I'm cursed, but I think I am just adverse
To the rest of people's words, I know this is what I'm destined

But to everyone else, I'm just another shell
God put me in this hell, maybe this what I deserve

Serve it like dessert, not sweet, but it'll make your tooth hurt
Don't matter who she is, as long as she wear a short skirt
Does love mean anything to anyone
People coming and going just like a hit and run

Leave more damage than a motherfucking megaton
They treat it like competition, they do it all for fun

People can't get along, like we on the same side of the magnet
Keep the emotions in check, but it's problematic

Keep all what I got away in a cabinet
I promise to keep moving on, no matter what else happening

Cause it's like we're in a
Mafia car ride
Guns drawn and crossed lines
Currency of life

Bud sticks, in tight rolls
Seal it up, yeah, envelope
Gift wrap, yeah, light it up
Smoke, smoke more dope

Only come for pleasure, but never want anything to do with business
Acting like someone'll give you everything, like every day is Christmas
They grinding for both of your dreams, the least you could do is carry the riches
Instead, you cry like some bitches, now your begging for forgiveness

You want on the team, I know it's the dream, but this life ain't worth it what it all might seem
These people are mean, treat them like kings, they turn around, stab you like it's routine

Believing in karma don't mean
To take it into your own hands
Passing the pain like Tom Brady
But something you don't understand

Two wrongs don't make a right, so take a left, fall into God's plan
Put my morals to the side, slit everyones throats like a sacrificial lamb

I'm so done with competing
So done with getting used to being cheated
Still got me heated
Y'all got me heated
My dogs'll be feeding

Cause it's like we're in a
Mafia car ride
Guns drawn and crossed lines
Currency of life

Bud sticks, in tight rolls
Seal it up, yeah, envelope
Gift wrap, yeah, light it up
Smoke, smoke more dope