Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems (uh)
Piss away at my soul and put these pieces together
Fit in place like a mold
I just stay on my road, but it's still takin' it's tolls
Hop lanes, fit your pane in frame
Fake it 'til you make your fame
Play this shit 'cause it's a game
Foggy as my vision after squinting, blink, I'm awake
Cloudy like my thoughts that haunt
Jot them 'cause they clot my brain, break this strain
Stop your lame bullshit and quit complaining
Sit back and pop this tape in (pop this tape in)
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems (problems, problems)
Lately feel as it feels when the roof is caving in (caving in)
Fit a frame for people, lame if you engage in it
Cave this shit and watch the crimson fill the pavement
Then watch the stress leave your chest like a tit connects to baby lips (baby lips)
Take me with if you lane switch
I'll be ready waiting for the day you can say this"You fit 'til my day ends
We stick like we've been spread on bread for day's end
Meet the butter, others I could never be laid with"
Vaseline for my ashy knees
When I ask to pass the gas I'm only talkin' gasoline
'Cause now I got a whip (got a whip) and I don't gotta trip 'bout if (gotta trip 'bout if) I'mma get to school on time or if I'll miss
I'll buy a few things here and there, and don't care
I got a couple hunnids in my safe and I don't share
No money and won't spare
Bitch I got a Chevy (got a Chevy) hit the peddle
Two twelves, when I rev it my dreams scare, woosh
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Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems (uh)
Piss away at my soul and put these pieces together
Fit in place like a mold
I just stay on my road, but it's still takin' it's tolls
Hop lanes, fit your pane in frame
Fake it 'til you make your fame
Play this shit 'cause it's a game
Foggy as my vision after squinting, blink, I'm awake
Cloudy like my thoughts that haunt
Jot them 'cause they clot my brain, break this strain
Stop your lame bullshit and quit complaining
Sit back and pop this tape in (pop this tape in)
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems (problems, problems)
Lately feel as it feels when the roof is caving in (caving in)
Fit a frame for people, lame if you engage in it
Cave this shit and watch the crimson fill the pavement
Then watch the stress leave your chest like a tit connects to baby lips (baby lips)
Take me with if you lane switch
I'll be ready waiting for the day you can say this"You fit 'til my day ends
We stick like we've been spread on bread for day's end
Meet the butter, others I could never be laid with"
Vaseline for my ashy knees
When I ask to pass the gas I'm only talkin' gasoline
'Cause now I got a whip (got a whip) and I don't gotta trip 'bout if (gotta trip 'bout if) I'mma get to school on time or if I'll miss
I'll buy a few things here and there, and don't care
I got a couple hunnids in my safe and I don't share
No money and won't spare
Bitch I got a Chevy (got a Chevy) hit the peddle
Two twelves, when I rev it my dreams scare, woosh
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems (uh)
Piss away at my soul and put these pieces together
Fit in place like a mold
I just stay on my road, but it's still takin' it's tolls
Hop lanes, fit your pane in frame
Fake it 'til you make your fame
Play this shit 'cause it's a game
Foggy as my vision after squinting, blink, I'm awake
Cloudy like my thoughts that haunt
Jot them 'cause they clot my brain, break this strain
Stop your lame bullshit and quit complaining
Sit back and pop this tape in (pop this tape in)
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems
Get my shit on when we talk and
Lose your shit off when we stop it
Lose your problem
I'll lose my problems (problems, problems)
Lately feel as it feels when the roof is caving in (caving in)
Fit a frame for people, lame if you engage in it
Cave this shit and watch the crimson fill the pavement
Then watch the stress leave your chest like a tit connects to baby lips (baby lips)
Take me with if you lane switch
I'll be ready waiting for the day you can say this"You fit 'til my day ends
We stick like we've been spread on bread for day's end
Meet the butter, others I could never be laid with"
Vaseline for my ashy knees
When I ask to pass the gas I'm only talkin' gasoline
'Cause now I got a whip (got a whip) and I don't gotta trip 'bout if (gotta trip 'bout if) I'mma get to school on time or if I'll miss
I'll buy a few things here and there, and don't care
I got a couple hunnids in my safe and I don't share
No money and won't spare
Bitch I got a Chevy (got a Chevy) hit the peddle
Two twelves, when I rev it my dreams scare, woosh
Writer: Francisco Franco
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