Lyrics

I got room In my fumes He fill my mind up with ideas I'm the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here He saw my eyes, he know I'm gone I see some things that you might fear "I'm doing a show, I'll be back soon" That ain't what he wanna hear Now I got him in my room Legs wrapped around his beard Got the fastest car, it zoom Hope we make it outta here When I'm with you I feel alive You say you love me, don't you lie Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die Keep the pistol on my side Oh, 'case it's fumes He fill my mind up with ideas I'm the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here We ain't stressing 'bout the loot My block made that caserío It's not the Molly it's the boot Ain't no coming back from here Live the life of La Familia It's so much gang that I can't see ya Turn it up 'til they can hear Running, running 'round for the thrill Yeah, dog, dog 'round my real Raw, raw, I've been pouring to the rim Naw, naw, naw, they not back of the VIP Gorgeous, baby keep me hard as steel Ah, this my life I did not choose I've, been on this since we was kids We gon' stay on top and break the rules I fill my mind up with ideas Oh, 'case it's fumes He fill my mind up with ideas I'm the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here I'm the highest in the room I'm the highest in the room I'm the highest in the room I'm the highest in the room
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Ozan Yildirim, Nik Frascona, Mike G. Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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