gone.tomorrow

(It's me, Jate, and Joe in the studio 3 J's)

(We got Joe squared in this bitch)

(That's how it goes gimme that ice cream)

I'm sittin' in my sorrow, not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, I whip the Monte Carlo

Fire in my heart, like pyro, floatin' 'round in the air like Spyro

Sad boy but I won't ever cry tho, pussy too tight like a spiral

Soul too cold that's cryo, she gimme long neck like a dino

Brontosaurus, don't know this difference 'tween this and the chorus

I just get going this shit don't get boring

Gettin' too high now I'm soarin' cloud on my head and it's pourin'

Pressin' the pedal to hard thru floor and I'm wreckin' the car