Top down drive, homie
Read my mind, homie
Seatbelt optional
Live irresponsible
Forties and vodka
Trunk full o’ skunk
If imma be a statistic
Then I might as well live it
Trust me, I’m living
Getting out while there’s gettin’
Moving away, baby
For the rest of my days
This ain’t about no ordinary life
I survive on this
I get by on this
And when the season is right, I thrive on this
Change is occurring
Emotions are stirring
The restless ones and the reckless ones
You said the dumbest ideas are the best of em, well...
I’ve got my new thang
My new thang
Trapped in the closet
With just a suit and my losses
If you see me, I’m running
Don’t call me, I’m done and, well…
I cut it off cuz I got sick of the problems
The bitching and bawling
The middle school drama
Hoes try to own me
My foes try to throw me
All goes to show
That they don’t even know me
In the end it’s slow-going
And it gets pretty lonely
So I’m hitting your phone
Cuz i know you’re not home
Gonna leave you this message
Hope that you get it