​suite life

[Intro]
Plxce

[Chorus]
I be steady stayin' up every damn night, yeah
I'm just tryna live a suite life
I be floatin' through the air like a satellite, yeah
Dirty Vans and my pants tight
Been in the weather, doing shit for my brothers
We're going hard for the city, I'm going hard for my mother
We're countin' bands in every summer, we spilt the bag into sunder
And they all hate when we win, what are they doing, I wonder?

[Verse 1]
I'm heavy fuckin' hitter, standing tall and I can never fold
Remember days when I cannot afford a flip phone
Remembers days me and my bro would hit the corner store
Left me for debt, but not a problem, what you switchin' for?
Remember when my ex called told me I'm a stupid kid
But now she's hurtin', watchin' all of my accomplishments
Remember when that fuckin' poser tried to fight me?
I'm sorry brodie, but you cannot do it like me

[Chorus]
I be steady stayin' up every damn night, yeah
I'm just tryna live a suite life
I be floatin' through the air like a satellite, yeah
Dirty Vans and my pants tight
Been in the weather, doing shit for my brothers
We're going hard for the city, I'm going hard for my mother
We're countin' bands in every summer, we spilt the bag into sunder
And they all hate when we win, what are they doing, I wonder?

[Verse 2]
I remember trippin' over my anxiety
Couldn't fathom all the shit I keep inside in me
Met a spawn of bunch of knock-offs of my own sound
Everything I am is everything that they tryna be
And when I pull up with [?], you know we schemin' shit
And I've been up every night, but you know I'm dreamin' shit
I'm versatile, I'm singin' and making beats and shit
I take the scene with me, put on my own clique
That's on my gang, I've been whippin' through the city, yeah
Might go shoot my shot 'cause a shawty is lookin' pretty
Have one hand on the wheel, and the other is countin' fifties
[?]

[Chorus]
I be steady stayin' up every damn night, yeah
I'm just tryna live a suite life
I be floatin' through the air like a satellite, yeah
Dirty Vans and my pants tight
Been in the weather, doing shit for my brothers
We're going hard for the city, I'm going hard for my mother
We're countin' bands in every summer, we spilt the bag into sunder
And they all hate when we win, what are they doing, I wonder?