I wake up in a bad mood I always wake up in a bad mood I can never fall asleep I'm always thinkin' 'bout you What life would be if we didn't meet Open my eyes, then I'm on my feet And I wonder what you would do, yeah If you couldn't rely on me

Come give it to me, give it to me All I need is one more shot, yeah To take me away I'm way too close to stop, yeah I can't stop now I just can't get enough, yeah I just can't give you up, yeah We locked eyes from a distance, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I think it's 'bout time we link up to fuck Know what we both on if we up, we up (we up) DTF, I'm down to fuck Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no) Clap some, face down, ass up (hey, yeah yeah yeah) Talkin' 'bout early in the morning We

This gon' be my year This my year This gon' be my year, my year, my year I'm rich as fuck Copped a Bentley truck Used to ride on that bus Yeah, my whole squad up We ain't ever gonna give up

Red bottom kicks I feel like stomping in here (Ya dig) New space coupe feel like a martian in here (Yeah) Fuck a protest let's start a moshpit No oatmeal and grits I'm eating cod fish in here (Uh-huh) Fuck a protest let's start a moshpit (Fuck a protest)

Yeah, I meant it I'm fucked up, I'm faded I'm so complicated Those things that I said They were so overrated I thought I-I-I-I-I-I can shake this off But I-I-I-I-I-I, yeah, I meant it Oh yeah, I-I-I-I-I-I, really fucking meant it I've been drunk three

We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right With this crazy, crazy world Thank God I'm with my girl You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side Oh I could let you down When you trip, I'll take you anywhere, I take ya Uh, yeah, look Okay I know

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

Jumpin' on and off the jet Yeah, yeah (Jumpin' on and off the jet) Ordered the 14 passenger Flyest nigga in America Fresher than a mannequin Jumpin' on and off— We say it's up, then it's up Perfect timin', dropped a diamond in my cup Solitaires on my

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of