Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Kind of feel what you speaking
Look for the reason
Caught up in reaching
Hit hard like the seasons
Caught up in contacts
Caught up in weekends
Rolling up with a few
Got a lot on my plate
And enough just to do
Kinda felt that shit hard
When you talked on the phone
And you spat me that bar
It all depends
Take a trip out to New Orleans
I been on the road to long
We gotta make amends
Smoking on the stoop getting in my head
High as f*ck
But I'm never gon forget a thing that I said
Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Always seem to learn the most
When I'm down at my lows
Feeling big enough to boast
Like I thought I knew the most
Smoking out the presidential
Enough bread to make amends
Now they looking at my wins
Hoodie on when sit and stare at the ceiling fan
Dreaming they were rims
Motha f*ckas dance so caught up in the cash
I been occupied up in my mind
30 30 vision hindsight
I'm just tryna get another chance gotta rewrite
Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
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Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Kind of feel what you speaking
Look for the reason
Caught up in reaching
Hit hard like the seasons
Caught up in contacts
Caught up in weekends
Rolling up with a few
Got a lot on my plate
And enough just to do
Kinda felt that shit hard
When you talked on the phone
And you spat me that bar
It all depends
Take a trip out to New Orleans
I been on the road to long
We gotta make amends
Smoking on the stoop getting in my head
High as f*ck
But I'm never gon forget a thing that I said
Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Always seem to learn the most
When I'm down at my lows
Feeling big enough to boast
Like I thought I knew the most
Smoking out the presidential
Enough bread to make amends
Now they looking at my wins
Hoodie on when sit and stare at the ceiling fan
Dreaming they were rims
Motha f*ckas dance so caught up in the cash
I been occupied up in my mind
30 30 vision hindsight
I'm just tryna get another chance gotta rewrite
Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Kind of feel what you speaking
Look for the reason
Caught up in reaching
Hit hard like the seasons
Caught up in contacts
Caught up in weekends
Rolling up with a few
Got a lot on my plate
And enough just to do
Kinda felt that shit hard
When you talked on the phone
And you spat me that bar
It all depends
Take a trip out to New Orleans
I been on the road to long
We gotta make amends
Smoking on the stoop getting in my head
High as f*ck
But I'm never gon forget a thing that I said
Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Always seem to learn the most
When I'm down at my lows
Feeling big enough to boast
Like I thought I knew the most
Smoking out the presidential
Enough bread to make amends
Now they looking at my wins
Hoodie on when sit and stare at the ceiling fan
Dreaming they were rims
Motha f*ckas dance so caught up in the cash
I been occupied up in my mind
30 30 vision hindsight
I'm just tryna get another chance gotta rewrite
Top-down, season
Got me up right on the road, leaving
Putting down phone down, leisure
Nonsense, gotta hit ya line you a diva
No time, season
Pulling up right to the side, getting even
Smoking on the fine, lethal
Background with the peace sign
Now I'm leaving
Writer: Nicholas Coleman
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