And I don't even do drugs no more, I need my head clear
Need pics or a gram hit red beard
I ain't dead yet dog but the end near
Wrote raps since ten this my tenth year
Popped a molly I'm sweatin
Space coupe swang like a Jetson
Look my own mind my worst enemy it try to take me down I can't let it
Still go day to day with my bullshit, yeah
Kick shit like D Colquitt, yeah
I need a sweater with thirty peppers they know I stay on my cold shit yeah
On tight ropes with my eyes closed
My pockets flat they got Lipo
I got eighty bucks to my name bitch
Pray to god I get change bitch
Yeah I'm on my way up, just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
I'm on my way up just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
Yeah I got bad habits like still, why?
No motivation but still try
I'm in the lab with your bitch your dog, experimenting like Bill Nye
See what's life without taking chances
Like strip clubs with no dirty dances
Need 80 bitches with a billion dollars
Then I take my money buy my moms a mansion, like what
Don't try to f*ck with me please
Hot as 100 degrees, but colder than two pair of skis
Fly like a parachute probably get caught in the trees
Dirty as dirty can be
But from the outside bitch I'm looking too clean
Hiding my problems is easy for me
Stayed bottled up in my brain tucked
I was eighteen and gave no f*cks, I'm twenty now and care too much
My teeth crooked, my hair messy
My shoes dirty, my skin pale
Rather be broke than work retail
I put that shit on my soul dog
You're either with the wave or you're in the way
Stay wide awake or get rolled on
Yeah I'm on my way up, just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
I'm on my way up just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
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And I don't even do drugs no more, I need my head clear
Need pics or a gram hit red beard
I ain't dead yet dog but the end near
Wrote raps since ten this my tenth year
Popped a molly I'm sweatin
Space coupe swang like a Jetson
Look my own mind my worst enemy it try to take me down I can't let it
Still go day to day with my bullshit, yeah
Kick shit like D Colquitt, yeah
I need a sweater with thirty peppers they know I stay on my cold shit yeah
On tight ropes with my eyes closed
My pockets flat they got Lipo
I got eighty bucks to my name bitch
Pray to god I get change bitch
Yeah I'm on my way up, just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
I'm on my way up just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
Yeah I got bad habits like still, why?
No motivation but still try
I'm in the lab with your bitch your dog, experimenting like Bill Nye
See what's life without taking chances
Like strip clubs with no dirty dances
Need 80 bitches with a billion dollars
Then I take my money buy my moms a mansion, like what
Don't try to f*ck with me please
Hot as 100 degrees, but colder than two pair of skis
Fly like a parachute probably get caught in the trees
Dirty as dirty can be
But from the outside bitch I'm looking too clean
Hiding my problems is easy for me
Stayed bottled up in my brain tucked
I was eighteen and gave no f*cks, I'm twenty now and care too much
My teeth crooked, my hair messy
My shoes dirty, my skin pale
Rather be broke than work retail
I put that shit on my soul dog
You're either with the wave or you're in the way
Stay wide awake or get rolled on
Yeah I'm on my way up, just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
I'm on my way up just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
Need pics or a gram hit red beard
I ain't dead yet dog but the end near
Wrote raps since ten this my tenth year
Popped a molly I'm sweatin
Space coupe swang like a Jetson
Look my own mind my worst enemy it try to take me down I can't let it
Still go day to day with my bullshit, yeah
Kick shit like D Colquitt, yeah
I need a sweater with thirty peppers they know I stay on my cold shit yeah
On tight ropes with my eyes closed
My pockets flat they got Lipo
I got eighty bucks to my name bitch
Pray to god I get change bitch
Yeah I'm on my way up, just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
I'm on my way up just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
Yeah I got bad habits like still, why?
No motivation but still try
I'm in the lab with your bitch your dog, experimenting like Bill Nye
See what's life without taking chances
Like strip clubs with no dirty dances
Need 80 bitches with a billion dollars
Then I take my money buy my moms a mansion, like what
Don't try to f*ck with me please
Hot as 100 degrees, but colder than two pair of skis
Fly like a parachute probably get caught in the trees
Dirty as dirty can be
But from the outside bitch I'm looking too clean
Hiding my problems is easy for me
Stayed bottled up in my brain tucked
I was eighteen and gave no f*cks, I'm twenty now and care too much
My teeth crooked, my hair messy
My shoes dirty, my skin pale
Rather be broke than work retail
I put that shit on my soul dog
You're either with the wave or you're in the way
Stay wide awake or get rolled on
Yeah I'm on my way up, just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
I'm on my way up just swanging down your highway
I do what I want so I treat every day like Friday
Why'd you quit your job, cause I want to live my life my way
I won't sell my soul away
You won't get my soul today
Writer: Noah Kimball
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid