FTS Lyrics

Don't wanna

Okay

Don't wanna be here, fuck this shit

Hands on the wheel, we handle it

Pumping the breaks, you got no grip

Caught you slippin', you's a bitch

All y'all owin' me

Bitch you slowin' me

Red is all I see

You never know with me

I'll Kami-kause a scene

Honestly, fuck society

All y'all make me want to scream

Fuck

This our destiny

We got plans you see

Write 'em down and chase th'em

Picture perfect dreams

That's our destiny

We playin' destiny

We control the scene

Feeling so elite

Segregated from the rest

A walking disease

Are we worth saving

Who could save me

You amaze me, with yo crazy, lately

Only thing that phase me

When your eyes get hazy baby

It's like the fog set in

I start to wonder when

The picture will be clear

Under the influence

Getting harder to steer

Let me make it clear

Only thing I fear

It's my own head

I can be severe, I say that my d'emons fed

Don't wanna be here, fuck this shit

Hands on the wheel, we handle it

Pumping the breaks, you got no grip

Caught you slippin', you's a bitch

Don't wanna be here, fuck this shit

Hands on the wheel, we handle it

Pumping the breaks, you got no grip

Caught you slippin', you's a bitch

I'm just trying to deal

Take it day by day

And when I'm feeling dingy

I mediate to wipe away the pain

Shine just like a diamond still

All y'all smoking on distil

While I'm mining for these diamonds

Up inside this saucy kill

How I get my fill

Everyone has got a vice to help 'em deal

Fucking Christ

All my moods spin on a wheel

Not sure which one it will land on

So I keep my head on, on a swivel

Ya'll can't play me like no fiddle

You just wasting time you diddle

While I'm chilling up up on this moon

You all feeling like you stuck up in your room

With nothing else to do

But watch our dreams come true

369 We got the spoon

And this bitch is gold

All that hard work pay off, aye, yeah, yes it do

Don't wanna be here, fuck this shit

Hands on the wheel, we handle it

Pumping the breaks, you got no grip

Caught you slippin', you's a bitch

Don't wanna be here, fuck this shit

Hands on the wheel, we handle it

Pumping the breaks, you got no grip

Caught you slippin', you's a bitch

Don't wanna

Scream

We handle it, fuck this shit

Demons fed

Got no grip

Fucking Christ

You's a bitch