Beacon (feat. Hotelroom) [Remix]

Catch me drifting on the drive home, send the beacon Tryna push it to the side, nah, they can't reach him She told me meet me at the dive bar off the deep end I'm tryna finish on a high note for the weekend I put $250 on the bottles, the money we spent That shit that got be feeling hallow, the shit be leaking The drip it compliment the cosmos: any season You swear they'd put that on the Bible but never speak it Yeah, I'm drifting, goin' 95, my new shit need autopilot Pistons is kickin', she send the beacon and I oblige Ain't do no shit in secret like police unidentified Belong to the streets and that's just some shit she can't set aside We meet after dinnertime, I pull up, I stand in line She couldn't have did it. The fit expensive, they recognize No stress about the check but shit, the next man gon' let her down 'Cause I could set the bar but she still ask for another round Topic switch: something more profound She reaching, can't hold her now Lot of misconceptions bout the blessings I told 'em bout Cause I don't go invest unless some lessons gon' come about Y'all some urban legends when it comes to these references Telly gon' tell 'em, it's evident How? When they be ghosted? Clock hit once in a while, ain't moving both hands Shawty venomous, never vile. Charm me, but don't dance Ain't gon' tell me if she have the funds or don't So she banking on the drive home, send the beacon Try to push it to the side, nah, they can't reach him She told me meet me at the dive bar, we off the deep end I'm tryna finish on a high note for the weekend She put $250 on the bottles, the money we spent That shit that got be feeling hallow, the shit be leaking The drip it compliment the cosmos: any season You swear they'd put that on the Bible but never speak it Niggas out her acting like some bitches but I been here Mama always told me "boy, be careful who you friends with" And I been on my grind every day, yeah that's some pimp shit Me and J-Def scratched the Benz off the wish-list Now I gotta put a couple twins on my hitlist I only love the money, yeah these bitches who pretentious If a nigga disrespect me, then we finna spin shit Patience, I need patience and some forgiveness I got the dro right, I got the pole right I got some stupid bitches out here on the low right I got these bad hoes tryna fucking blow right And we gon go right til the fuckin morn' And we go all in, we geekin It's not even a bar we tend to frequent Probably be the night where she gon do something indecent Shawty went decided when she pulling up, we leaving So we drifting on the drive home, send the beacon Tryna push it to the side, nah, they can't reach him She told me meet me at the dive bar, off the deep end I'm tryna finish on a high note for the weekend Telly put that on the bottles, the money we spent That shit that got be feeling hallow, the shit be leaking The drip it compliment the cosmos: any season You swear they'd put that on the Bible but never speak it