CRASH

Yeah i'm swervin' and i don't even know where i'm going I'm drifting even though that ain't my intention That boy is drunk again oh my god Close your eyes pray to the lord and count to ten Brace yourselves we going in A bottle of whisky is all i need f*ck do you mean Sir i think that you've had enough Do you know me? I'm mister, mister Mister i don't give a f*ck!!! Crashed the car still got my cup If i die put your lighters up Pour a lil whisky inside my casket Don't bring me no fucking fruit baskets On my tombstone write "He kind of ran shit" "Always getting into some shit" Got tired of all the dramatics This ain't highschool anymore Back when we stole shit from the stores Eat the rich then crash their aventadors I might just buy me some suicide doors Put in the bishi just to piss some people off It's the curly haired skinny boy and i'm ready for war Ready for war, who knows what's in store The bigger they are the harder they fall You have my word Piss me off and everything becomes a fucking blur Blood on the vintage D.A.R.E Don't speak shit on your socials Why don't you grow a pair The rules haven't always been fair Adapt to the times I just love it when they get up and stare Everyone a victim nothing left to do but put up a prayer Cherish this record cause this shit is fucking rare Yeah dirty jeans with the vintage D.A.R.E Speeding windows up wind blowing through my hair Crash, crash, crash Yeah i'm swervin' and i don't even know where i'm going I'm drifting even though that ain't my intention That boy is drunk again oh my god Close your eyes pray to the lord and count to ten Brace yourselves we going in