Throwaways ft. MBS Lyrics

They don't really understand where I'm coming from

Got my head stuck under the gun, yea

Make a lot of songs but most of them are throwaways, yea

Please don't let me go away

Filling up my lungs with smoke, yea

Make a lot of songs but most of them are throwaways, yea

Please don't let me go away

Filling up my lungs with smoke and then I blow away, yea

I don't want to feel this way

I been trapped up in space

I know my head keeps on going

When I'm off the drugs

My body feel like an ocean

Why the fuck you talking?

Why the fuck you think you know shit?

Boy don't try to run up on me

No this not your notion

I been trapped up in space

I know my head keeps on going

When I'm off the drugs

My body feel like an ocean

Why the fuck you talking?

Why the fuck you think you know shit?

Boy don't try to run up on me

No this not your notion

I got all these songs but most of them are throwaways, yea

I told that baby to come my way

I got all these blunts and I'll save them for a rainy day, yea

I'll smoke them all and then I'll hit the hay

Hit the hay once, and then I'll hit it again

And then I'll hit your fucking sister

Man that might be your twin

And then I'm counting all this paper

Man you know it's a win

I think my ex just hit my phone

Never Ever Again

I been trapped up in space

I know my head keeps on going

When I'm off the drugs

My body feel like an ocean

Why the fuck you talking?

Why the fuck you think you know shit?

Boy don't try to run up on me

No this not your notion

I been trapped up in space

I know my head keeps on going

When I'm off the drugs

My body feel like an ocean

Why the fuck you talking?

Why the fuck you think you know shit?

Boy don't try to run up on me

No this not your notion