Letras
You know me, fresh off tour
Back to a three day juice cleanse
Back to the steam room, then right back to the bottle
Baby, it's not over, ooh-we
We in a fast-paced rat race
Blocking out bad memories like clearing caches
She wanna know what the name of the tag, say
It's Gucci, oh, you gotta be rich
Spending like my number on the lottery hit
Every true reward come with risk
Losing hours to vices and all these devices
Why am I staring at these screens when my time priceless?
Why am I drinking nonstop like I don't know what the price is?
Holding on to these excuses, nigga, tight as a vice grip
In the studio all day, now I'm out with the night shift, hm
And you ain't got the answers
Sway starting off my Saturday, tall glass of Cabernet
Hangovers got me wasting whole days in the bed
Canceled the dinner plans, I order Uber Eats instead
Never do this shit again, easier said than done
Too many money mistakes can turn bread to crumbs
Yo Vu, them long nights getting old
All that white in your system rob the light from your soul
All that brown looking liquor got you out of control
Something else took the wheel just to get your ass home
You lucky
What that earn you? Embarrassment, carelessness
Nosebleed seats to your whole life perishing damn
That's all you is, nigga, full of potential
And you can't even see that 'cause this steak need prosecco
Just to complement that ache that echoes
Through your rib cage, nigga, all that weight, just let go
Your ego could win the race, but at the cost of your vessel
(You can win the race, but at the cost of your vessel)
The Lord knows, I ain't tryna be conscious
I love the way my chain Lake Minnetonka
I love the way the whip look when it's polished
I love the way the hoes look at me honest
Don't paint me no victim, I ain't in no comic
Just need catharsis
Sometimes I'm human
Sometimes Martian, man hunt for peace
But man find some darkness
Man find some darkness, man find some peace
It's always when you stop looking sheesh
It's always when you stop looking
It's always when you stop looking sheesh
It's always when you stop looking
Playing with fire and you gonna get burnt (gonna get burnt)
And when our boys and girls hear, never let
We the mood, end of the studio
We put so much work in this motherfucker, bae
No days off, don't think 'cause we turn enough that we not chowing out