I'm in a hurry to get things done All I really gotta do is live and die But I'm in a hurry and don't know why I rush and rush until life's no fun Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun Don't know why I have to drive so fast My car has nothing to prove

Double talkin' jive get the money motherfucker 'Cause I got no more patience Found a head and an arm in da garbage can Don't know why I'm here Livin' on the run for oh so long I gotta go collect Double talkin' I got (lies) No more patience man Back in

Stay in my backpack forever Don’t try to find your spaceship It might be out there waiting (You know I gotta find my spaceship, My planet’s outside there waiting, I can’t stay in your backpack forever) Stay in your backpack, backpack, backpack You don’t

You don't gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work I know you're always on

From a past life In the long time I was picking up a suit from the dry cleaners Which was standard for me Thursday, 12:30, I gotta pretty solid routine these days I don't know it just works for me Anyway, I was leaving I was getting in my car And I went

Nowhere like I do That your parents don't They don't care like I do And all the things that I know The way that I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they'll only know what you let 'em see All the things that I know There's

He don't be fuckin' you like I be fuckin' you He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time I'mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it's crunch time And you know, and you know You

Don't care how long it takes I'm going all the way Sooner or later gotta love somebody Like a shock to the heart I've got news for you But I'm nobody's fool I ain't nobody's fool I know you think I'm no match for you baby You like being rough on me don't

Let's put that boot to the pedal, aw, that pedal to the metal We ain't gotta settle for the same old sames It's called leaving for a reason, mistakes are made for making We don't know which hell we go Roads we've never taken Bucket seats, bucket lists

Got my diamond earrings And I'm packin' heat so don't disrespect me I'm just so damn flossy And I know what you like There ain't no gangsta like me Imma give it to ya every time Gotta turn you on