goodbye

This that 3am, smoked out in the hot box

My old whip, lil hot rod, my own chick by my side

I'm zoning, but I'm not tired, where Im goin I might not find

Cause I got no destination, flowing with the top down

And bout right now I'm flyin right down the highway, pass the next town

Pass the j now, pass the hate now

All you real ones, with the fake smiles

As of late i, been feelin great now

As of late i been tryna take down

The walls that I put up, shuttin myself down

In the hallway can't get up, in this whiskey imma drown

Where's the crownroyal, fill another cup