2am on Thursday ft. Lobstertrapper Lyrics

Look me in my eyes

Even tho I know u bout to

Go n tell me lies

Use to the pain

I dont feel the need to cry

Empty all the bottles

Cuz I bottle it inside

Had to switch to liquor

I was drinking too much sprite

If u knew my story

Wouldn't have to wonder why

Keep thinking shit a game

Niggas really died

Im tryna live life

Man u tryna live a lie

Im running from the fire

And u tryna burn alive

See ya true colors

Like u washing out the dye

Knew that I could do it

All I had to do was try

Niggas acting hard

Put u down to feel fly

Think u over me

Shit I wrote this ina sky

Sippin on this cha

While im relaxing

Finna take action

Man these really nigga taxin

Taking never asking

So ya team never lackin

Was trappin out abandons

Now we trappin out the mansions

But we dont own em tho

We gon be owners bro

I help u plant ya seed

So u could have ya own to grow

Never still I keep it moving

Like a mobile home

Tapped in like the feds

On ya mobile phone

Shit changing on the road

But I stayed me

Doin better

Hands and feet done by mayling

Locked in & made the flow

To make ya bae sing

& now the fans out in africa

& beijing