Given it's sixty seconds in a minute
Why would I start the line I done finished
No I can't stop the grind love the friction
Say that they love you really detrimental
Poppin yo shit really just a wheelie
Chain down my heart even if it kill me
People goin rabbit really just silly
Mind in a daze think it's cuz I'm tipsy
Don't know what to do
They say that they want smoke I done f*cked around and hotbox the room
No orchestra but she blow like a flute
I found my target yea I'm looking at you
You talking big you can't walk in my shoes
I'm going crazy you gone think I'm windigo
Blues clues no it's nothing like indigo
Drop the top cuz my shit keep on spilling
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Given it's sixty seconds in a minute
Why would I start the line I done finished
No I can't stop the grind love the friction
Say that they love you really detrimental
Poppin yo shit really just a wheelie
Chain down my heart even if it kill me
People goin rabbit really just silly
Mind in a daze think it's cuz I'm tipsy
Don't know what to do
They say that they want smoke I done f*cked around and hotbox the room
No orchestra but she blow like a flute
I found my target yea I'm looking at you
You talking big you can't walk in my shoes
I'm going crazy you gone think I'm windigo
Blues clues no it's nothing like indigo
Drop the top cuz my shit keep on spilling
Why would I start the line I done finished
No I can't stop the grind love the friction
Say that they love you really detrimental
Poppin yo shit really just a wheelie
Chain down my heart even if it kill me
People goin rabbit really just silly
Mind in a daze think it's cuz I'm tipsy
Don't know what to do
They say that they want smoke I done f*cked around and hotbox the room
No orchestra but she blow like a flute
I found my target yea I'm looking at you
You talking big you can't walk in my shoes
I'm going crazy you gone think I'm windigo
Blues clues no it's nothing like indigo
Drop the top cuz my shit keep on spilling
Writer: Jonathan May, Kenyon Glass, Tracy Sutton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid