Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped
Stimulating night in club type of fact
She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears
Its 4 foot of jubilation running down the stairs
I'm racing against the clock, i'm ahead of my time
By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
Stimulating night in club type of fact
I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him
They can’t even come around
I drop o after o of the loud,
King of the va, off of those toxins.
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much
'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >