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Topanga Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
If you hear me, I'm weeping now
Alone and I'm bleeding out
In the dark and I can't breathe
Cause all these thoughts, it's killing me
I don't think I can wipe my tears
I don't think it will be okay
Traumatized and filled with fear
I might not see the other day
Scared to go to sleep
Can't dance on a track
Cause when I die, I won't remember this life
Ran away from that life, man, bear me with my chains on
I fuck with you a lot, I'll take you to Topanga
Don't look at the price, we don't get it anyway
Fuck what the price was
Don't wanna have it any other fucking way
Cause no one like her
Spitting a boof with a gun on my lap off drain
You know that we smoking a dame
We go on a trip, we flying away
Cause that we going out of space
Run down on us, we shooting you right in your face
Me and gang, be with K
Run around, travel, we switching lanes
Play the games, we get flamed
Falling to function, I smell like exotic
Good drink in my body
Niggas shot, tryna think of you right
Do 50 shots at this body
And there's some shit that I'd never say again
The realest niggas lose friends
Back in the day, I was spending blocks
And spending again and again
I don't live in a V and that big outta jet
A fan of my fucking fam
I'm telling them that I'm getting rich
Again and again and again
Nigga push up, that nigga a tweaker
He get hit with that fam
Get hit in the back and that shit leaking
He never walking again
And took a couple L's to win
Baby out here talking bout his wham
I'm K-Bamz, I got fans
Switching game, we spinning
At least two temps, if you wanna get in
At least two temps, if you wanna get in
Running away from my life, man
Bury me with my chains on
I fuck with July, I'll take you to Topanga
I'm looking at price, we gon' get it anyway
Fuck what the price was
Don't wanna have it any other fucking way
Cause there's no one like her
Spitting a booth with a gun on my lap off terrain
You know that we smoking a dame
We go on a trip, we flying away
This how we going out of space
Run down on us, we shoot you right in your face
Me and gang, be with K
Run, ride, travel, we switching lanes
Play the games, we get flamed
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