Текст песни Deadlines - mfwaves

I woke up late as fuck but my life still fast as hell
I got bedhead, deadlines, blue label, red lines
Pumping on the pedal with my leg like I'm making wine
Cradle to the grave cash shit I'mma get mine
Drove that ho too hard mighta crashed it, but I feel fine
I just chip away at shit, thirty-six without the alcohol
Thinking bout drinking even in my subconscious
Love me that sharp taste, the hard way a bong hit
Don't even want a bong hit, nah that's the wrong shit
Keep my hair long, fuck the salon shit
Missed my appointment, I was sleeping on the carpet
Can't even remember which sub got me started
But they teaming on me and they taking it the farthest
Smoke in my mouth and it's tasting like the future
Smoke in my nose it reminds me of the past
Had some homies smoking with me who ain't even made it
Twenty-seven club coming, time speeding fast

I found love at the bottom of my cup
I think love at the bottom of my cup
I saw love at the bottom of my cup
I found love

They thought my flow was basic like y'all muhfuckers could do it
I'm so underground, I'm piping your bitch like the sewage
Ain't even in your class, like I been muhfuckin truant
We so playing different games you ain't even knowing what all the rules is
Yeah I cop it then I do it
Take a few hits, hope I don't get too hooked
I ain't capping, bro your girl look like Captain Hook
She a ticking timer, when she gone you too shook
But her to me took just one look
I'm shit talking cuz I been a memer since like oh six
Shawty grab my back pocket told her wrong bulge bitch
Can't really blame her cuz my wallet look thick
She also look thick though, so I grab her like a pistol
Put my finger on her trigger and I let go
Then she writhing, like she fuckin trippin
Then we both wiling then I'm muhfucking dipping