Florida To Georgia & Back Lyrics

Go ahead walk out, I won't miss you

I don't think you understand what I've been through

Do anything for my dawg, my shih tzu

Blue dollar bills what I'm blowing a kiss to

Me vs. Me, I don't think I'm winning

Yeah, car gon stop, but these rims keep spinning

And I just do me, I don't care about an image

Saying I got flaws, I don't see no blemish

Tryna set the tone, so just stay in tune

Keep on playing with my heart like it's a game to you

Saying it's just change to you

But it's changing you

We could change the shoes, I woulda did the same as you

So unlucky

Fell in love with a Gemini

Damn I can't remember why

I guess love never dies

Shit ain't free, I paid the tithes

I just play the cards that I'm dealt

I'll call if I need help

It'll be a cold day in Hell

Hurt you, but I meant well

Broke Hearts & Pink Bills

So hard to think about the past, that shit stings still

Froze heart, you keep saying you love me, it don't seem real

I start this engine, you won't see me til November

And I'm gone, yeah

And I'm gone

And I'm gone, uh uh

And I'm gone

And I'm gone, and I'm gone

Ain't take no handouts, they ain't give me nothing

This ain't no Twitch stream, they ain't gift me nothing

Please don't hit my phone, you ain't talking about nothing

Like he can't guard no bigs, he keep on fronting

And I'm just keeping it true like Keke Palmer

I got too many sons, act like my daughters

Cross chain on her neck, but she ain't no martyr

Been walking thru that rain, ain't going no farther

Imma just pop my shit fr

You will not be missed fr

Your bf not shit fr

He ain't got a pot to piss fr

Neff belt hold my Trueys up

We don't know you, you know us #Victory

Like who is you to us

I'm stacking them blues, a must

I got so sick and tired of shooting for the shooting stars

Now they're on top of the roof of my foreign car

I stood on morals, stood on business, yeah, it took me far

(It took me far)

Used to sit outside in the sun

It was me & my iPod Touch

Tell me is you riding or what

Tell me is you sliding or what

Promise I ain't dying for nothing

Damn near lost my mind on Runtz

Red Trackhawk, fire truck

Start it, make the climate jump

Steve-O, I do my own stunts

Can't trust him, he's wired up

Trust me, you can't high on love

Promise I done tried enough

Know this life is trial & error

Promise I done tried enough

Promise I've heard you lie enough

Want me dead, just line up

(Sorry I ain't hit you back, I been on a tour bus for four months)

(Yeah, I'm riding from Florida to Georgia & back...)