Midnight awakin', hyper ventilatin'
Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'
After three number one albums woulda thought I'd feel amazin'
Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor
Still rollin' up swishas
Now its beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meter
In your club, on your couch, just got paid to be here
On your girl rubbin' on my favorite features
How could they tease us, only wanted Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck around, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Days Before The Rodeo
Around 3 AM dog
I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall
Bad mamacita, Miami heat her, put it in a two seater
Too bad I couldn't three peat her
Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper
House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter
With more stamps than a skinny nigga got tats on my Visa
I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck around, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck around, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, Jesus
I might fuck around, lose my mind
Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Jesus
Midnight awakin', hyper ventilatin'Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'After three number one albums woulda thought I'd feel amazin' Still impatient, still sippin' on liquorStill rollin' up swishasNow it's beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meterIn your club, on your couch, just got paid to be hereOn your girl rubbin' on my favorite featuresHow could they tease us, only wanted of Ben Franklins and Mona LisasJesus, Jesus, JesusMan, I might fuck around, lose my mind, I gotta break outI'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake houseAround 3 AM dog, I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stallBad mamacita, Miami heaterPut it in a two seater, too bad I couldn't three peat herNeed a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaperHouse full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas EasterWith more stamps than a skinny nigga got tats on my VisaI know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe itJesus, Jesus (I mean), Jesus, JesusI might fuck around, lose my mindJesusJesus, Jesus, JesusJesus
Writer(s): wondagurl & travi$ scott
I tried it, it feels rightThis feels niceI've been down and lost for daysGlad I found you on the wayWhen the day gets better, the night gets brighterI always feel this wayThrough the hillsI hear you callin', miles and miles awayWe up all night, from dawn to dust it's always poppin'I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had optionsI played the drums, she rolled the jointsI rocked the club, we both throw upWe was the band you never heard beforeYou got that tat above your crackAnd on your cat you be right backYour momma never knowWe were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stonesWhen I'm all alone I wish you had a cloneI take that puff, you take that puffYou know we never can overdoseI tried it, it feels rightThis feels niceI've been down and lost for daysGlad I found you on the wayWhen the day gets better, the night gets brighterI always feel this wayThrough the hillsI hear you callin', miles and miles awayShit I tried it, it feels niceShit just kinda feels niceMiles and miles awayWhen you're home alone in the moodI know you wanna moveI know you wanna danceI know you're gettin' ready to take a flight away
Writer(s): MARKOUS ROBERTS, JACQUES WEBSTER