Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Dean Barlin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Thanks, red
Trust me, you'll love it
I be ridin' fearless, needle climbin' on the tach
Now I took a life of moonlight, I ain't never turning back
Because how else would I pace it, on the throttle full attack
Tokin' up so much, I be in a smokestack
Puttin' gas in the air, got yo' vision in a haze
Everything I do is "Fuck it, I been countin' down the days"
Splash of paint, a dash of sunlight, I cannot avoid the rays
Coldstars in my eyes got my mental in a blaze
I be ridin' fearless, needle climbin' on the tach
Now I took a life of moonlight, I ain't never turning back
Because how else would I pace it, on the throttle full attack
Tokin' up so much, I be in a smokestack
Puttin' gas in the air, got yo' vision in a haze
Everything I do is "Fuck it, I been countin' down the days"
Splash of paint, a dash of sunlight, I cannot avoid the rays
Coldstars in my eyes got my mental in a blaze
Layin' down my feelings every time I hit record
I was close to givin' up because I shot and never scored
I be spendin' all my money just to redeem life's reward
Minimum wage job for the shit I can't afford
Who be sittin' at the wheel? Nobody would've guessed
Simply cruising with my lady, shooting heat at her request
Losing track of my velocity as I'm on I-8 West
We can stop and take a moment 'cause our lives are at their best
Tryna keep it flowin' with some words that's off my head
And you wanna keep us goin', but I got some plans instead
I got racks, I got bands, and I got some dreams ahead
I cannot take back all the words I never said
Aspirations babygirl, so what you wanna do?
You could ask me where I'm headed but I'd say "ain't got a clue"
I can only feel remorse for the bullshit that you spew
As the stars get colder I'm just thinking "What a view"
I be ridin' fearless, needle climbin' on the tach
Now I took a life of moonlight, I ain't never turning back
Because how else would I pace it, on the throttle full attack
Tokin' up so much, I be in a smokestack
Puttin' gas in the air, got yo' vision in a haze
Everything I do is "Fuck it, I been countin' down the days"
Splash of paint, a dash of sunlight, I cannot avoid the rays
Coldstars in my eyes got my mental in a blaze
Like, I be ridin' fearless, needle climbin' on the tach
Now I took a life of moonlight, I ain't never turning back
Tell me, how else would I pace it, on the throttle full attack
Tokin' up so much, I be in a smokestack
Bitch I'm puffin' on the gas, got my vision in a haze
Everything I do is "Fuck it, I been countin' up the days"
Splash of paint, a dash of sunlight, I cannot avoid the rays
Cold hearts in my life, got my mental in a blaze
Like, damn
Shorty do it like a movie star, Sara Jay
Know that she a baddie, and she puffin' on the Mary Jane
Gonna push 100 on the dash, I do it every day
Girl I know I get carried away, girl I'm sorry
I would give the world, but she'd leave me in a heartbeat
Fake hoes prevailed once again, I need molly
Reachin' in my pockets while I'm tweakin' off the oxy
Shorty only know me for the numbers and the money
If you got a problem, lemme know
If you stayin' silent, then that's all I need to know
Niggas act like bitches over all these fuckin' hoes
Pressin' me for what? I don't want your fuckin' girl
Like, guess I can't be mad that these niggas wanna be me
Brodie all upset because he scared his bitch gon' eat me
Know if that were me, then the nigga gotta see me
Know if that were me, bitch I woulda caught a PD
Shorty I'll be transparent, I don't know if I'ma manage
I just wanna be your man, and I just wanna have this dance
But guess you wanted someone else, I could'a took you on a jet
And I thought that this was special, It was all up in my head
Oh fuck
Runnin' outta luck, runnin' outta bucks
Bitch I never had enough, I just want a lover
I just want a-
Fuck
I just wanna spend my life with nothing but each other
Nigga I been back to back to back with all these backwoods
Niggas think I'm jokin', bitch my name ain't Roman Atwood
Tell me how you'd feel if she never fuckin' jacked you
Tell me how you'd feel if she turned you to her past dude
Marijuana, alcohol, only way I cope
Shorty is a demon, and she aimin' for the throat
Thought we was a unit, then she left me on the go
Did she ever feel the same? I don't even fuckin' know
I be ridin' fearless, needle climbin' on the tach
Now I took a life of moonlight, I ain't never turning back
Tell me, how else would I pace it, on the throttle full attack
Tokin' up so much, I be in a smokestack
Bitch I'm puffin' on the gas, got my vision in a haze
Everything I do is "fuck it, I been countin' up the days"
Cold hearts in my, uh, fuck
Cold hearts in my life, got my mental in a blaze
Writer(s): Gabriel Dean Barlin
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