Distant

[Intro]
Distant

[Chorus]
I feel distant God, keeps calling me
His persistent the devil tryna fuck with me
Make a difference, yeah I'm tryna grow my Ps
It's the lifestyle, fuck it yeah it chose me

[Verse 1]
Memoirs of a Stoner that became a Loner
I'm just tryna say my mind, you judging my Persona
Hella niggas in my face, asking me for favours
234 to the world, we posted in Lagos
I was chilling with a baddie, she from Minnesota
We was kicking back and whipping up that Dirty Soda
It was a hell of a night, that dick game tight
Now she tryna stay and ditch a late night flight
But I'm the type of nigga to call an Uber, she gotta go
The type to switch it up, if niggas tryna jock the flow
The wave is contagious, so y'all niggas better know
We be coming through with fire, back to back on a row
Don't ever generalize, saw the look in your eyes
This nigga is on a mission, If you didn't realize
I just copped me, a new fine girl, with a big ass
I be flying high like a nigga just smoked grass
Still I got niggas on the road
Still I got fam who don't wanna see me blow
I daily weigh my options, who are friends, who are foes
That line be so slim, somedays you'll never know

[Chorus]
I feel distant God, keeps calling me
His persistent the devil tryna fuck with me
Make a difference, yeah I'm tryna grow my Ps
It's the lifestyle, fuck it yeah it chose me

[Verse 2]
Hustle everyday, tryna make a way
This music's all I know and I love the pay
Peer pressure in the air made a nigga change
I be tryna put y'all on the wave cuz I got the range
Men I seen good girls, switch up to bad B's
Everybody wan be savage, I'm like bitch please
I had to tell myself only you can save you
Trust issues with the shawtys, but I never blame you uh
I'm tryna keep it real
I'm tryna open up, tell you how I feel
I see you doing well, that's a motivation
But fuck it, I'm the shit, you my constipation
What happened to trust, what happened us
What happened to you, thought you had the sauce uh
Now we distant
Memories faded, now we distant
Struggling through the roads, tryna make a note
Woo, Woo
Whipping up that coke, money's all I know
Skrr, Skrr
Ami in the air, baddies on the floor
Yeah, Yeah
We should get a room, say she wanting more
Struggling through the roads, tryna make a note
Woo, Woo
Whipping up that dough, money's all I know
Skrr, Skrr
Marvin in the air, shawtys on the floor
Yeah, Yeah
We should get a room, if they wanting more
Stevo
Distant

[Chorus]
I feel distant God, keeps calling me
His persistent the devil tryna fuck with me
Make a difference, yeah I'm tryna grow my Ps
It's the lifestyle, fuck it yeah it chose me