616

Ain't on my level, don't spit no drivel Go full to the pedal, won't stop, oh yeah I take no credit, that same old devil Stay on double seven, gonna block Gobert Let me spill some tea, yeah I smoke HC CHI-town for the week, I'm flying down to O'Hare These haters in the comments act out, don't care They stuck in the past crying out"no fair" Got my foot on the gas coming out your lair Got your foot on the dash with an empty stare And I tell 'em to wait when I pop that snare And I tell 'em it's still best not to compare Got my eyes up and that's what's important Speaking fast like goddamn Aaron Sorkin But that switch ain't got nothing on me When I'm fucked up and the camera's recording I just wanna ride, don't want the cold December And I just want the nights that you would all remember Sweating through the heat, I'm working overtime I ain't never settled on my own to hope for better times I just wanna ride, don't want the cold December And I just want the nights that you would all remember I know I've been conceded, never satisfied But now I gotta go, I hope I see you on the other side Hand out shoutouts to the 616 I hope for the best when I shoot my shot Man I go so hard, think I broke my wrist Game over when I paint myself as a villain Baggy shirt and headband like William Eilish Trying to treat myself like an artist Draw up a play on that old Nintendo stylus It's got the mileage In the 616 dropping six sixteens Got a moptop-looking skinny boy with big dreams He ain't fucking around when you're with my team If I sign, then I'll contract poison ivy It's like torment, turn it up a notch and I'm scorching I ain't cooling off from the heat with my eyes on a streak Live, when I'm out and I'm touring I just wanna ride, don't want the cold December And I just want the nights that you would all remember Sweating through the heat, I'm working overtime I ain't never settled on my own to hope for better times I just wanna ride, don't want the cold December And I just want the nights that you would all remember I know I've been conceded, never satisfied Now I gotta go, I hope I see you on the other side, yeah (To live a life of past mistakes and future drum breaks) Turn the lights out, it's too bright now And I gotta get out of my own damn way, yeah