Black Saints

Top down, riding through Santa Cruz Locked on, semi don't jam on you No song, billy phone grab on you Phone call, I could put a man on the moon F*ck school, nigga I'ma xan away Tattoos, all on my man dem face Top boy, video cam this saint , black soul we gon get it all on tape Rockstar livin' in a wildest state, all gas A hundred miles until I break f*ck right Buddy got his stash, like ye took two Nigga, I can feel my face Pick me up, I'm falling Your lovin' might take me all in Roll three up, withdrawal and Your drug is my choice of wanting I'm too up, you're calming Still livin' but my mind is rotting I'm so far, like gone and You're happy with the pain you're causing You're happy with the pain you'll cause me No rules, baby what you wanna do? So cool I should keep a fan on you, friends gone I could be your man, it's true Smoke one, get back nigga Hand me two, one more F*ck it baby, I won't lose Three hoes, waiting for my hand to move F*ck y'all, nigga I'ma xan away Brain dead, all in this abandoned Place can't sleep Buddy you in hell, just wait so deep I don't think I can escape, save me Or end up with the same dead weight No use, nigga I can't feel a thing Pick me up, I'm falling Your lovin' might take me all in Roll three up, withdrawal and Your drug is my choice of wanting I'm too up, you're calming Still livin' but my mind is rotting I'm so far, like gone and You're happy with the pain you're causing You're happy with the pain you'll cause me You're heavy with the pain you're causing You're heavy with the pain you're causing You're heavy with the pain you're causing You're heavy with the pain you're causing