Hazlewxxd - NASA

She want to take me home
I don't want to isolate
Been down both roads
Rolling rolling up some dank
Been down all alone
I don't want to isolate
Cus I've been down both roads
Rolling up some
Rolling up some
This pain such a motherfucka
I'm digging holes
Like Zero or Shia LaBeaouf and
I hate stunting
In the same clothes that I woke up in
If I gotta get it flipping dope
I take the dice and roll them
Dang shawty
I wish you knew what I had
Waiting for you
I'd rather take the chance
Regret the morning
Wish that I could show you
Now she crying on my shoulder
I get sadder sadder as I know more
She want to take me home
I don't want to isolate
Been down both roads
Rolling rolling up some dank
Been down all alone
I don't want to isolate
Cus I've been down both roads
Rolling up some
I should be working for NASA I'm tripping acid
Never went to class now look who's passing
Oh why you mad is it cus I'm happy
Or cus I'm finally getting to the motherfucking cash yea
I put a penny in the slot they say that it's a lottery
Got so many on your side but how many gon die for you
How the fuck do you expect me to talk to you
Bitch you ripped my heart in half
And left me with insomnia yea
Can't tell if life is funny or it's really fucked up
Surprised that I'm still alive must be here for something
Hopping out the whip
She only like me undercovers
Shoulda shoulda seen this coming
Blunts and tires smoking
I should be working for NASA I'm tripping acid
Never went to class now look who's passing
Oh why you mad is it cus I'm happy
Or cus I'm finally gettin' to the motherfucking cash yea
She want to take me home
I don't want to isolate
Been down both roads
Rolling rolling up some dank
Been down all alone
I don't want to isolate
Cus I've been down both roads
Rolling up some
Why'd you have to put me through this
I'm riding around every night
Thru my city like I work for Uber
Thought I wanted millions
Ever after so many close to death experiences
All alone
All I want is you
Right next to me
You ain't ever fit these shoes
To fuckin run these streets
Off the shrooms and weed
You fake as pre-ripped jeans
In the morning
Hope you're hope you're next to me

Written by:
Ty Hazlewood

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