I been f*ckin round on the daily
I been driving slow in a vantablack Mercedes
I think it's bout time that you pay me
I been feeling lifted like im god sent
Faded from a backwood on a back road
Too many options
Too many to choose from
On a west coast highway pushin 1-0-2
And I been
Doing everything to try to forget you
I know
I need to move on but there's something about you
I guess
It's my fault once again
Told me it'd be better if we're just friends
Maybe we can get lost in the smoke
Pour me up a taste for my troubles i suppose
White wine
Sip tequila till im slow
Baby slide on over
It's a party till bout 4
I been chasing
Tailights till they burn out
My mind racing
I'm not sure where to turn now
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Chase one more high
Trynna survive
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time (yeah)
They call these streets the halo city yeah yeah yeah
But ain't no more angels singing yeah yeah yeah
Pavement
Long Beach
Two-steppin on the concrete
Grew up in the east where I first learned to run free
Moved out to the west where nothing really seemed to come free
I can hear the echoes bouncing back and forth from palm trees
Golden beaches
Malibu designer dripping off me
Stars on the sidewalk but nothing up above me
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time
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English
I been f*ckin round on the daily
I been driving slow in a vantablack Mercedes
I think it's bout time that you pay me
I been feeling lifted like im god sent
Faded from a backwood on a back road
Too many options
Too many to choose from
On a west coast highway pushin 1-0-2
And I been
Doing everything to try to forget you
I know
I need to move on but there's something about you
I guess
It's my fault once again
Told me it'd be better if we're just friends
Maybe we can get lost in the smoke
Pour me up a taste for my troubles i suppose
White wine
Sip tequila till im slow
Baby slide on over
It's a party till bout 4
I been chasing
Tailights till they burn out
My mind racing
I'm not sure where to turn now
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Chase one more high
Trynna survive
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time (yeah)
They call these streets the halo city yeah yeah yeah
But ain't no more angels singing yeah yeah yeah
Pavement
Long Beach
Two-steppin on the concrete
Grew up in the east where I first learned to run free
Moved out to the west where nothing really seemed to come free
I can hear the echoes bouncing back and forth from palm trees
Golden beaches
Malibu designer dripping off me
Stars on the sidewalk but nothing up above me
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time
I been driving slow in a vantablack Mercedes
I think it's bout time that you pay me
I been feeling lifted like im god sent
Faded from a backwood on a back road
Too many options
Too many to choose from
On a west coast highway pushin 1-0-2
And I been
Doing everything to try to forget you
I know
I need to move on but there's something about you
I guess
It's my fault once again
Told me it'd be better if we're just friends
Maybe we can get lost in the smoke
Pour me up a taste for my troubles i suppose
White wine
Sip tequila till im slow
Baby slide on over
It's a party till bout 4
I been chasing
Tailights till they burn out
My mind racing
I'm not sure where to turn now
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Chase one more high
Trynna survive
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time (yeah)
They call these streets the halo city yeah yeah yeah
But ain't no more angels singing yeah yeah yeah
Pavement
Long Beach
Two-steppin on the concrete
Grew up in the east where I first learned to run free
Moved out to the west where nothing really seemed to come free
I can hear the echoes bouncing back and forth from palm trees
Golden beaches
Malibu designer dripping off me
Stars on the sidewalk but nothing up above me
Honestly
I told you Ill be fine (yeah)
I don't got the time left
For one last ride (yeah)
Chase one more high (yeah)
Trynna survive
Can we make it out alive (yeah)
I need to find a way to somehow
Turn back time
Writer: Austin Dickerson, Erik Street
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid