Zeberland - Payless (feat. Yung Simmie & Steve Reason)

I need to be alone
I ride alone
And if it comes down to it, I'm a die alone
Two seater
Told your girl she can ride along
We smoking
Had to ask her what's her favorite song
We sexting
She ask me what's my favorite thong
They trippin they gone make me grab my favorite chrome
I'm from where they never been
Streets turn boys to men
Enemiess is really friends they don't even understand
Money in my left hand her ass in the other
Gold in my mouth just to show 'em that I'm southern
Big blunt puffin' smoking out the pound like it's nothing
I won't pass a blunt to my cousin
They know I'm bout cash ain't got it you can say less
The plug got them O's for the low call it payless
They know I'm bout cash ain't got it you can say less
The plug got them O's for the low call it payless

Aye
I think I hit 90 going through the gates of hell
One shot away from heaven but I dropped the ball and fell
Ask me how I'm doing lately, say it's not too well
Off the coast of your favorite beach drowning in the swell
Tired of being around all these people setting sail
I wake up when the sun goes down
Can damn near read brail
Setting goals so fucking high they'll swear I love fail
It's in the ink up on my face how you know I'll never bail

This a tall tale from a small town wishing y'all well
Like who the fuck was really really down when I fell
Now I'm all good in the hills rock chanel
Done got my mind right so I ain't even tryna rebel
Wanna be the fucking light for all the kids who couldn't spell
Dealing with them dark nights all alone living hell right

Yea that shit be getting better
Aye
Yea
Man them problems come in 3's how that shit be synchronized
Why others wait there turn but I read between the lines
My bridges in a urn cuz I burn 'em every time
Man fuck the 2 cents I'ma getcha a whole dime
Born ruthless dying rich cuz of rhymes
Lewis and Clark out west looking for a ride
Problems ain't shit cuz I've always seen the signs
Like I'm really knowing nothing and I'm hating what I find

But now I'm blowing gas
Interstate always late
Y'all can watch me driving past
Till I might collapse
Got LV on the bag
Healthy getting cash
Flying around like it's tag

So coming through your city and I keep the homies with me
I'm only down south when the north getting chilly
Gotta fly the family out cuz I'm feeling pretty guilty
I ain't in my state I prefer it where it's filthy

Written by:
Tanner Simkins, Zeb Halbert

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