Racking Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I've been racking on my lonely son

Sat here with a bag of white

I'll sit here till my nose'll run Get to 8am, I say amen

Oh god, I owe you one Do this every night, it's fight or flight

I guess I'm woven up Sat here with a bag of cash

Just take a seat and picture that

My heart still feels so broken up

I get the cash and stack it up Get the flake and sniff it up

Till my face was stiffing up Yo, yeah, yeah

Said I made some plans to give it up

Never worked it out, I'm in a drought

I chose to live it up

Get the bag and lick it up

Stuck inside this house, the voice is screaming once again

I tried to cry for help, I need a friend To pull me out, this life I'm in

God is such a life of sin Luckily my brother Ashton helped me out with

this I owe my life to him, and to my mum and dad

I know you're sad but I am better now Just like Post Malone

I'm just so glad that we're together now

Fuck the drugs, fuck all of them And you still get on it

All these pick me fucking bitches on their stories

Drinking gin and tonic, going out Every night there must be zero logic

Fuck that life you're in Think about the bigger picture

Working every day to go out Just to go and drink some liquor

Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, listen

So I'm out of it, my money is stacking up I'm off the drugs, there ain't no doubt in it

Awful of the weed, there's no more racking up

Steady dreaming about just you and me It's on my mind, I feel my life is like a DVD

I press rewind just to remind me why it's PTB

Fuck the love, rarely ever get it Rather be alone than with a bitch cause I'll regret it

Yeah, yo

Yeah, yeah

People hateful, I'm winning I make war with women

I hate rules, I'm wishing I ain't full Still grinning, I'm rape your ambition

My chain's loose, they swinging

Yeah, yeah

I've been racking on my lonely son Sat here with a bag of white

I'll sit here till my nose will run Get to 8am, I say amen

Oh God, I owe you one Do this every night, it's fight or flight

Guess I'm woken up Sat here with a bag of cash

Just take a seat and picture that And my heart still feels so broken up

I get the cash and stack it up Get the flake and sniff it up

Till my face was stiffing up

Yo, yeah

And yeah, I made some plans to give it up But I never worked it out, I'm in a drought

I chose to live it up Get the bag and lick it up

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