105 on the highway and I'm sideways
Make it back to my driveway I'm done
10 and 2, see red and blue in my rear view and I run
I go jackie with the stunts
Automatic no clutch
Back pocket full of runtz, yeah
Okay
This time I might have run up out my luck
Pray to god that they don't find what's in my truck
Ooh ooh
Called my brodie and I said I might be fucked
Take my phone
Before they throw me in these cuffs
Living reckless, fuck you pay me
I'mma need a check, bitch
2 A.M I can't feel my legs
It's getting hazy in a tinted lexus, whoa
Windows up, I need to smoke
I know they stay on patrol
Know you think you fucking with me
Haha, yeah you silly
Thank you for the joke (yeah yeah)
Yeah, it's jokes
My heart is racing
I pray to god I make it home
Made some mistakes
And it's weighing heavy on my soul
I gotta face it
I ain't the man I was before
This time I might have run up out my luck (whoa)
Lately, praying that someone saves me
Out of my mind I'm crazy
Wondering if you blame me
105 on the highway and I'm sideways
Make it back to my driveway I'm done
10 and 2, see red and blue in my rear view and I run
I go jackie with the stunts
Automatic no clutch
Back pocket full of runtz, yeah
Okay
This time I might have run up out my luck
Pray to god that they don't find what's in my truck
Ooh ooh
Called my brodie and I said I might be fucked
Take my phone
Before they throw me in these cuffs