Stop running away, put it all on display Love when your anger increases You were born this way, everything has to fade But your anger increases The passing time we all betray Don't underestimate my faith How many more times can we make mistakes? So many

Fuckboy bow down Spin off in the coupe, typhoon (skrt skrt) I act an ass, baboon Wrappin' that dope, cocoon Young rich nigga in the room Finesse a nigga, no raccoon Spending M&M's in June Took a trip to Cancun They try to play us, they play themselves

I'm 'bout to get up on that ass right now Just love me, love me down, now And you a smoker, I'ma roll up, you blow it down One more, oh, oh, girl you loud This your bed, you lay in it I'ma lick it up, girl gon' play with it Taste so good, I put my face

I don't know, why I don't Put it out baby We kiss and the flames Just get higher But yeah I know When I hold onto you baby I'm all tangled up in barbed wire I get burned, I don't learn I'll be back, give it time

I ain't like them other niggas And I ain't bout to play no games with you You know what your problem is? You don't ever see the big picture I want you to take me serious Baby, I want you to take me serious Finally famous Ok, I won't deny it Half the time

We've come a long way since that day And we will never look back, at the faded silhouette Press play, fast forward Non stop we have the beaten path before us It was all there, in plain sight Come on people, we have all seen the sunshine We will never get

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, their red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no

Play you everywhere I go Wanna put this song on replay I can listen to it all day I can listen to you all day Hear you all day (I wanna) put you on repeat Everywhere I go Put you on repeat

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied