WTM Lyrics

Uh-uh, yeah, I need me a break, yeah, what's the move

Lay back wonder what to do

Parties ain't been good since twenty-two

And yeah, I know you're in your mood

Ain't know I as well be in a mood too

Yeah, it's true, I'm high as hell, I walk the moon

You a fool, I spread my wings, I be flyin', I'm passin' Mars

Watch me zoom, she a ten, she a star in my room

I don't wanna start again, yeah, my fire gon' leave some plumes

It depends, gars or pens, but gars gonna leave some fumes

Gotta apprehend, yeah, I know I'm fallin', I be callin

On support, my only help is alcohol and other shit

Easier said than done when you think of callin quits

Words stay on my tongue, got a fear of takin' risks

We jacked the pot, we shootin' disks

Now I stack the cash, later my kid can get the coolest shit

Had to fall down on my ass to find out that I had some grit

May have been born with some shit, but I'm most thankful for my wit

I just saved a couple dollars, I can go buy me a spliff

Heard you fuckin' with my style, I hope that rumor ain't a myth

No, I ain't stay for a while, so make a move and make it quick

She from California, got me hoppin' on and off the jet

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, yeah

I need me a break, yeah, what's the move

Lay back wonder what to do

Parties ain't been good since twenty-two

And yeah, I know you're in your mood

Ain't know I as well be in a mood too

Yeah, it's true, I'm high as hell, I walk the moon

You a fool, I spread my wings, I be flyin' I'm passin' Mars

Watch me zoom, she a ten, she a star in my room

I don't wanna start again, yeah, my fire gon' leave some plumes

It depends, gars or pens, but gars gonna leave some fumes

Poor you, you ain't got a fuckin' clue

She a instigator, stir the beef like she be cookin' stew

I be wonderin' what to do

You my choice, but me you don't choose

Why I ain't your choice, girl

Ay, yuh, I been workin' on my voice, girl

Way I'm slidin' in, I'm gonna leave you moist, girl

I'm talkin' DMs, yeah, my opps, I BM

The racks yeah, I seen them

With outta sound, I still got my team in

I might float to you the thought of bein' with me

I stopped countin' bodies when I had got up to fifty

Bitches sippin' Whitney, two-cup shit, I'm sippin' whiskey

No stress sippin', my decisions are becoming risky

Uh, uh yeah, I need me a break, you better move