THROWAWAY Lyrics

Fuck, I'm not like drunk as fuck

But I'm kinda tipsy, and...

I mean, bro, I'm telling you

I'm in the sweet spot.

I'm in the sweet spot.

'Cuz I'm not blacked out

But I'm not too sober

So...

Go ahead, pull up on me

I'm a one man army

Mav 88 in the seat

'Cuz your life ain't more than cheap

And I'm high like a head full of sheep

My bitch'll be dead in a week

My two tone whip got me way too far

To be caught dead broke in the street

And I'm not really into defeat

But I am really in to the feat

And I know my mind get warped sometimes

But I ain't gon' fuck with the beat

'Cuz my life online ain't quite what it seem

Matter of fact, that shit ain't me

When I talk my talk, better cup your ear

Motherfuck what wrong with me

No really, what wrong with me?

Gotta make sure mama eat

All the days she cried, my God

I don't think that I ever got too much sleep

So in the night, I creep

In the light, I see

All the dark on my mind

And all the dark in me

Motion, flowing

Life feel like an Ocean

Motion, flowing

Life feel like an uh, uh

Oh my God, bro, I'm...

Uh, uh

Fuck!

FUCK!!

Go ahead, pull up on me

I'm a one man army

Mav 88 in the seat

'Cuz your life ain't more than cheap

And I'm high like a head full of sheep

My bitch'll be dead in a week

My two tone whip got me way too far

To be caught dead broke in the street

And I'm not really into defeat

But I am really in to the feat

And I know my mind get warped sometimes

But I ain't gon' fuck with the beat

'Cuz my life online ain't quite what it seem

Matter of fact, that shit ain't me

When I talk my talk, better cup your ear

Motherfuck what wrong with me