Gliszen - Runnin' on E (feat. Final Hours) Lyrics

Ya ya
Ya ya ya
Me
Ya ya
Ya ya ya
She f*cked up
Ya ya uhuh huh
Ya uhuh
Uhuh uh

Fix
Me
I'm runnin' on e
Missin' them jeans
I got
Too cocky
Sippin' lean
Like it's
A hobby
Empty right seat
Miss your
Company

Yeah
You said you want a man with bread
You wanna feel good in bed
Uhuh
I can promise all that
I am the one for that
In rhythm like the hi hat
Let's see that booty go clap
What's next
We can both slow down
We can lower the tempo
Want all that guap
Like that young boy metro
All my beats so hot
Hotter than my espresso
Young buck in the squad
And I'm movin' up levels
I can never just settle
Put that foot on the peddle
Why you actin' so special
I am the one with the medals
Guess our beef wasn't settled
Never was sentimental
Use that bitch she a rental
I go hard like I'm metal
Feeling super duper hot
I just dance with the devil
Boy you better f*ckin' not
Or I'll cause you to tremble
The squad stay on top
You small like a pebble
You fake like a prop
Homie get off my spot

Fix
Me
I'm runnin' on e
Missin' them jeans
I got
Too cocky
Sippin' lean
Like it's
A hobby
Empty right seat
Miss your
Company

Baby is a bummer
Cracked her in a hummer
Remember last summer
Spread her legs like butter
Hole in one I put her
Bowling in her gutter
She wanna meet mother
Told her not to bother
Don't regret anything that I did
I'm just young and f*ckin' stupid
I like it
If i see her coming' on me
I pipe it
It's a party of three
Your friend invited
So what's next
I just flex
On my ex
I ain't cuffin' no bitch
I ain't lovin' no witch
She still open her legs
She just pop it for Glisz
Her cake open for biz
Her mouth full of my kids
But I'm broken inside
I can't hide it no longer
And a bottle of henny
The only thing that can

Fix
Me
I'm runnin' on e
Missin' them jeans
I got
Too cocky
Sippin' lean
Like it's
A hobby
Empty right seat
Miss your
Company