Comin Down

[Intro: Hannah Everhart]
(Chamberlain [?])
Lately, I began to see signs
That you got leavin' me on your mind
I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you
It's hard to face, but I know the truth

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
This stupid bitch look ugly when she cry, I'm tired of the truth, I want some lie
Fucked up childhood was traumatized, took a trip to hell, had to go demon time
Extended clip lookin' like curly fries, worked hard, gotta see the other side
Now it's Kick Doe Clique, bitch, we on the rise, pourin' Wock', Wock' on my pecan pie
Yes, I'm a real live country boy, I'm feelin' like Billy Ray
I might be hard headed and don't listеn, but I do what my semi say
I'm a shorty ass Mexican, 5'5" but I'm still steppin' on anything
Pockеt rocket, I got me itty bitty thing, I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid
Pour up my cup, I be knockin' out ten a day
I don't want no treesh and I sure as hell will throw that pie in your face
I don't want no bitch that's gon' take my cake and give it away
I came up without shit, so I know what it's like and I'm tired of pain
Now I'm hard in the paint, I'ma pull my pants down and I'm lettin' 'em hang
Uh, yeah, I'm just tryna rap
I ain't tryna be in the hood hittin' no licks, you can't say that it's cap
I done proved myself, now I'm out gettin' rich, blued up every day, out here lookin' like Stitch
Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch
Woke up the next day, ain't nobody said shit, for real (Right on)

[Chorus: OTB Fastlane]
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, ayy, I'm comin' down

[Verse 2: OTB Fastlane]
A knee deep up in that field, my biggest flaw, kept it too real (Woo)
Lil' bitch said she was done with me, I bet she fuck me still
Took a loss, had to get back up, ain't had no time to heal (Heal)
Brick for brick how I was built, straight drop syrup, crack the seal (Uh)
Come on, this shit ain't come overnight, been puttin' down for years (Woo)
Thinking 'bout my nigga dead and gone, shit still gives me chills
Rockin' shows then go cop the lows, I'm still sellin' pills (Yeah)
ARP whistle when I squeeze, it sings like Lauryn Hill (Come on, come on)
Ayy, Texas, Texas, thuggin', livin' reckless
Foreign digital dashboard, got diamonds in my necklace (Ayy)
I go chew a Perc', fuck my bitch and do my best shit
Boss like I'm Slim Thugga, niggas hate us, they bitches love us

[Chorus: OTB Fastlane]
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, ayy, I'm comin' down

[Outro: Hannah Everhart]
Lately, I began to see signs
That you got leavin' me on your mind
I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you
It's hard to face, but I know the truth