Another Show To Make

Fender strapped in the case
We got another show to make
She all up on my belt
He tryna call her phone, I end it
Another chorus so catchy
Think you blowing way past me
Stay around and catch these feelings
For a bad bitch, she ain't tryna have it
I'm past it

Venue closes at 10
It's cutting quite close but we manage
Load out the drums to the van
Soon as the sets done
We smoking down woods like the fire man
Show ain't even start till we go on damn
How many acts till we hit the stage
If you ain't the homie I ain't bothering
Fuck ya plays, the musics trash
Pulling lines straight out ya ass
Keep up the image to make ya last
Your corny verses overlap
Ballin' straight thru my trip

Saying all this new shit sound the same
Look who saying that, it makes me sick
Take it all in differently
Work on ya self, don't bother me

I'm all for a little fun
But you ain't gone be fucking up
Making my money to stay upfront
On the stage singing to the fans I love
Singing to the fans I trust
To tell me right from wrong
To tell me if this shit a hit
Or just another garbage song

Fender strapped in the case
We got another show to make
She all up on my belt
He tryna call her phone, I end it
Another chorus so catchy
Think you blowing way past me
Stay around and catch these feelings
For a bad bitch, she ain't tryna have it
I'm past it

Liquor store is closing soon
Skate on over to snag a brew
Fd pulling on the leash
Speeding down these bumpy streets
Liquor store is closing soon
Skate on over to snag a brew
Fd pulling on the leash
Speeding down these bumpy streets
Liquor store is closing soon
Skate on over to snag a brew
Fd pulling on the leash
Speeding down these bumpy streets
Cashed off the shits
Workin' on bigger checks
Slit my throat but let me live