Every time I hear that song, I go back, I go back 'Cause every time I hear that song A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks Growin' up too fast and I do recall And the sixteen summers I shared with him I go

L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)

Upside down beside the ocean Would last longer than that week did Blown away and barely breathin' And we spent that week wide open I didn't know where it was goin' Just tryin' to keep my heart on the tracks I should've known that kind of feelin' Sunday

Breathe in deep And cleanse away our sins And we'll pray that there's no God To punish us and make a fuss You're so happy now Burning the candle at both ends Your self loving soothes And softens the blows you've invented Cracks healing up

Here's to the land that made me And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!) Here's to the land that raised me This one for the only place that really knows me From the cracks in the road that drove me There's no place like home And here's to where we all

Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon'

All these diamonds ain't nobody cold as us Literally I'm cold as fuck I need Canadian Goose I need to get a Moncler Diamonds so cold need some soup Lil Uzi you is the truth When I walk in know that I move with the racks I woke up in the morning, brush my

These hoes gon' choose, that's a fact 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (I run) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (yah) 'Cause they know a nigga running up them racks (it's Lil'

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor