bino w/bugs

Jot down my thoughts on train rides, This feels right
I flip my insides outside
Now im just fine
Babe I forgot the door code, Can you come down?
I think i’ll take the high road, If not now

I got 7 years, 7 fears, 7 heavens
Rolled dice, seven levens. (yeah)
Still servin crack over counters
Like “yea its still 30 for a downer.”
Poisoning the hood I came from
And everybody mad but I came up
Pushing to keep on my lights

You dont know me you dont know me, not my woadie
You ain't never had to shoot
Hurt someone cause different views
Then go to church praying on a pew
And dont say that you’re my brodie
Cause when I die you will not slide
My life right now feels like a lie
Back then was gangsters paradise

And i know this’ll all catch up to me i’m not scared
Iron on my hip when you’re not there
Racing to the bottom of a bottle
Sleeping in the bedroom with a model
I dont even love her but she swallows
Behind these bars i’m spending my whole life
Now I can’t make my lefts right

(joyride joyride, joyrides)