Vicki Street - Chasin' Trains (feat. Briwave)

Taking time off
FMLA ain't gotta cost 4 months of my sanity
Ricochet
Bouncing off the walls
I think I wrote a hit
On the anniversary of it
It was hella niggas to covet
Why'd you have to pick that one
Lil mama did warn em she was spicy like saffron
Never lose ya love around cuffin season
They don't tend to call it the fall for no reason
Damn
I'm sick of chasin trains
Everytime I get a little bread
I'm runnin out of breath again
Uber ain't been the same since the pan
I could get a brand new Benz with the money I spent
The pressure and depression
It's been setting in
I gotta win
2 strikes against me with some Lithium and Sedatives
I'm better than that mind crack
Gotta play the game to kick it with them anglo sax
Yeah
Keep myself busy for the long ride
See if I got enough to make it to the south side
How many times I'mma fake it to be a high schooler
Shout out to all the conductors who peeped and played stupid
Cuz I den had a long day
I don't think I can run the whole way
I den had a long day
I don't think I can run the whole way
Cuz it goes on and on and on and on and on
Tell me when will it finish
Tell me who's gonna end it
And then it wanna rain
Precipitation never cared about my money situation
I turn my back to the wind on the main street
This the second time I been embarrassed this week
But I
Just keep on keepin on
At least I look good, they don't know I got off in the hood
Wipe myself off good after pimpin to the location
It wasn't my day to be giving out no donations
Contemplative, I still share my last
Breakin bread while sitting across my past
I think I need a flask
Cuz ain't no way
I should be sitting here anyways
I think I need a day
To put all this shit on the shelf and just fuck with myself
I got a wealth of friends who got ends but don't know where I'm sleepin
Too far to be creepin
Spend the night on the weekends
Sometimes it just feels better to sleep on your own linens.
Cuz I den had a long day
Why we always gotta meet face to face
I den had a long day
Why we always gotta meet face to face
Cuz it goes on and on and on and on and on
Tell me when will it finish
Tell me who's gonna end it
And to think
I gotta do this shit again
I ain't made it past Wednesday but Friday I'mma sin
Should I rob a bank or just turn up
They ain't payin me enough for all the knowledge that I inquired in college
Cost of living it den went up
A couple, times denied for them houses pent up
I'm flippin couches in my mama living room
Cuz the Uber Eats driver ate my food
Now ain't that bout a bitch
Sleep for dinner
Might sleep the whole winter
Therapist said it's my way of avoiding pain
Wake up and it's still the same
Too much on my fuckin brain
Double backed to get a snack and almost missed my train
I need a breather had to get myself together
Checked the account, had to access my cheddar
Despite the weather
I still made it in
Looks like I'm back to working through lunch again
The cycle never ends
Cuz I den had a long day
I ain't really got much left to say
I den had a long day
I ain't really got much left to say
Cuz it goes on and on and on and on and on
Tell me when will it finish
Tell me who's gonna end it

Written by:
Victoria Street

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