SYNTHETIC ft. GRAVEHEART Lyrics

I be drivin in a clean four wheeler

All my homies yeah they dogs, Cruella

Off the pill, I be spinnin propellers

Get your head up, get your bread up

We eatin good yeah, but we still fed up

We raise the GRAVE, yeah yeah we raise hell up

You killed my heart then you tore it up out

Call you a Grave Digger

I'm drownin out, up and on this pain

Give me a painkiller

Leave you out, I don't wanna see your name

I let your body shiver

Midknight scene, now I look so mean

Get your fuckin ass out

You can't kick it with the team

Shawty had a five star pussy

Why'd I put in on a pedestal

I don't do Romance

But you were My Chemical

Baby don't you front on me

Like I was the worst

Don't ever forget

Who the fuck hit it first

Your snake friends are hittin my line

But I don't pay it no mind, fuck

Uh, everything you say synthetic

Made me lose mind

Baby you don't get it

Mixin vodka with the henny

Pray that I don't wake up with another biddy

There's a few mistakes I've made

But there's no point in making you stay

Bitch you're so synthetic

You're synthetic

Baby why you acting stone cold

Mind runnin laps, ring ring

Pick up the phone

Spendin my paycheck

Paying debts that I owe

This is somethin you and I know

Speedin past the white lines

Strip me from the white lies

I just need a green light

Lie to me with green eyes

Runnin like Forest

But I caught you in his foreign

Shawty had a five star pussy

Why'd I put in on a pedestal

I don't do Romance

But you were My Chemical

Baby don't you front on me

Like I was the worst

Don't ever forget

Who the fuck hit it first

Your snake friends are hittin my line

But I don't pay it no mind, fuck

Uh, everything you say synthetic

Made me lose mind

Baby you don't get it

Mixin vodka with the henny

Pray that I don't wake up with another biddy

There's a few mistakes I've made

But there's no point in making you stay

Bitch you're so synthetic

You're synthetic

You see me come through

I put cadavers in that

I'm a magician with it

I abrakadabra that hat

I'm real proficient with it

She leavin enamoured with that

Come through swingin

I done brought me a hammer with that

Black concrete, white lines on road

White lines on a screen of a black iPhone

Back then, it'd get bumpy like the fuckin ride home

Lights on red and blue, like a fuckin cyclone

Move pragmatic, blowin up, I Baghdad it

Couve back at it, tear the roof off attics

I prayed for an M on me, that's why I got it tatted

Money come with problems

Why I'm probably problematic

In the coupe with agility, you feelin me

Top missin like I don't know where the ceilin be

That's mud in my cup, tranquility

If I said it then I meant it

Bro you gettin me, bro you gettin me