You live too fast The epidemic from a crystal life Puts you in super overdrive The methademic that is so hard to hide Insanely staring with white eyes Hallucinating in a chemical hell Ain't my idea of having fun Synthetic overload, you're under it's

Wake me up before you go-go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo I don't want to miss it when you hit that high 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Take me dancing tonight You put the boom boom into my heart (hoo, hoo) You send my soul sky high when

My number one hit You are my number one hit Baby you are the song of my life And the sweetest melody And I love making love to your eyes It's like singing in the perfect key I got a studio up in heaven And it's the perfect atmosphere It's guaranteed to

Baby hit me up I'm not fine I need what you can do Darling hit me up I'm not right I want you to come through I'm not right, right Though I tried

You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

And yeah you can count me in Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in Yeah, you can count me in Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door Yeah, you sippin' but you not

(Click clack, get back, 'fore you niggas feel that) Yeah, yo, check it Turn me up a little bit, on the mic I flip shit for gang-bang niggas I talk shit for insane niggas

Really babe, you fucking with a vibe right now I usually keep it pushing I don't ever stick around I move so swift they call me Taylor But now you got me feeling easy like a lay up We messing with feeling unknown right now If I let you hit would I be

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it