Old Gas Lyrics

Black tape hanging round your neck and you lie anyways

Dope cars driving past your face yeah we on interstates

First off chilling with my homies it always great

Last off I always finish first so yeah I clear my plate

Plates gone driving in a coupe and it got no tags

They like hold on what's that shit you playing

It's that old gas

Banging to the beat I miss my exit yeah that so sad

Play it back, so now we gotta hit repeat on both tracks

I'm everywhere and no where at the same time

I'm passing through these shoulders like this car mine

Renting cause we spending money part time

Cutting through these levels it's a sharp line

Come look at where I'm at and you gone see high

Sky was never limits cause we build heights

Grinding till it's dark and then it turns light

Fuck

Too many people believe in me

Expectations spread evenly

We cut em out like it's cnc

Leave nothing else for these human beings

No band for band we go soul for soul

No running now gotta hold ropes

No band for band we go gold for gold

No peter pan but pan but I fly at night

Landing close to your favorite sights

I'm outside cause it's human rights

Mistakes make me more human right

So why call me the devils scythe

I cut deep into those I like

And hold close onto those who might

Run away from my silver tongue

God knows for the broken ones are always there for the hated ones

So which am I to these peasant ones

Like dollar bills never hated once

Keep close to a carried gun

Black tape hanging round your neck and you lie anyways

Dope cars driving past your face yeah we on interstates

First off chilling with my homies it always great

Last off I always finish first so yeah I clear my plate

Plates gone driving in a coupe and it got no tags

They like hold on what's that shit you playing

It's that old gas

Banging to the beat I miss my exit yeah that so sad

Play it back, so now we gotta hit repeat on both tracks