HOSTAGE

[Intro]
Yeah, oh-oh
Oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh
Oh-woah, oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Went to California for a week and flew back
Top calling, pop bottles, we did that
Top models, got dollars, you need that
You said that I won't believe in us
Coping with the wock, this ain't no liqour in my cup
I'm a Capricorn, I worked this shit up from the mud
Too must pain and anxiety, I think it's a must
I gotta stay high, keep this smoke inside of my lungs
This bitch stay on my mind, got me coping with all these drugs
Toxic, "I hate you a lot", that type of love
Stop it, you told me you love me, you a dub
Hostage, she done took my heart, she on the run

[Post-Chorus]
She rip my heart into pieces like it's a KitKat
2019, lookin' back like why you did that
2020, went Bentyaga had to mismatch
Was in my stussys and now I love to flip racks
And I ain't talkin' stupid shit I'm talkin' shippin' packs
Wasn't a lot, for hours, tryna' perfect the craft
They used to laugh, like I said, I got the other half
Now I drive racks and these bitch want in the fuckin' wraith
Tip-toeing, keep goin', I drop racks on you, had Rick Owens
And she know that I notice
And she moved it wit' me as always

[Verse]
I'm blind to walk in that hallway
Bumpin' into thots I fucked, I might- oh wait (Oh)
Pumpin' out the gas, I swerve on that e-way
All these bitches bad, don't give em' no leeway
Lifes still okay
Spark another wood, take another to the face
The man knew I was sad, that's when it started to rain
I know my bitch bad, she keep fuckin' up my brain
Drunk drivin' in that foriegn, I can't stay inside my lane

[Chorus]
Went to California for a week and flew back
Top calling, pop bottles, I need that
Top models, got dollars, you need that
You said that I won't believe in us
Coping with the wock, this ain't no liqour in my cup
I'm a Capricorn, I whip this shit up from the mud
Too must pain and anxiety, I think it's a must
I gotta stay high, keep this smoke inside of my lungs
This bitch stay on my mind, got me coping with all these drugs
Toxic, "I hate you a lot", that type of love
Stop it, you told me you love me, you a dub
Hostage, she done took my heart, she on the run

[Post-Chorus]
She rip my heart into pieces like it's a KitKat
2019, lookin' back like why you did that
2020, went Bentyaga had to mix-match
Was in my stussys and now I love to flip racks
And I ain't talkin' stupid shit I'm talkin' shippin' packs
Wasn't a lot, for hours, tryna' perfect the craft
They used to laugh, like I said, I got the other half
Now I drive racks and these bitch want in the fuckin' wraith
Tip-toeing, keep goin', I drop racks on you, had Rick Owens
And she know that I notice
And she moved it wit' me as always