Playlist

Too lit, I’m faded Tried to love but I guess it’s outdated Too real, can’t fake it Took my heart and I threw it in a playlist She a book I be flipping through the pages Imma crook they gon lock me up for ages Dirty money shit ton of blue faces On the road 6, 7 suitcases I was outside she was tryna lock me out Chillin in the paint she was tryna box me out I was in a daze she was tryna knock me out Too many memories this feelin like a haunted house Gotta watch my back lately niggas actin fake crazy I’m on the road cuz I gotta get the cake daily They tell me patience is a virtue well I hate waitin I’m livin like I’m on a endless vacation Cuz she know imma grind it out Where we at? I don’t feel like findin out Reminiscing trappin bags out my momma house I was hopin one day I could buy my mom a house They be actin like they real but I see you mouse Like a burger he was tellin so he In N Out Feds question you I know I’m never gettin out I been stressing all day so I’m smokin loud Too lit, I’m faded Tried to love but I guess it’s outdated Too real, can’t fake it Took my heart and I threw it in a playlist She a book I be flipping through the pages Imma crook they gon lock me up for ages Dirty money shit ton of blue faces On the road 6, 7 suitcases