Had to keep my bags close on the fast train Still love the city but it brought the pain Standing there hopeless drenched in the rain Thievery prompted endless gain There he go again that man with the mask Ask me if I want in but I had to pass Hand on the steering wheel foot on the gas Takin your stuff and ain't even ask We're gonna have a blackout, i'm guessin Looting is some people's, profession Everyone has pent up, aggression Tonight we're goin wild like it's 1977 Run it back Run it back Run it back Left me up in it, hell naw I can't stay Might have to find you, take you away Societies love of money can't stay Got a dollar bill but can't even pay Robbin the rich i'll bring to the poor Give it all to me or i'm kickin down the door I really had to think but I went for some more See my picture up at the grocery store. We're gonna have a blackout, i'm guessin Looting is some people's, profession Everyone has pent up, aggression Tonight we're goin wild like it's 1977

JR 808 Walk inside the party, Got a Glock inside my denim Spent a thousand on these shoes bitch, You couldn't get em' Too much money in these jeans, That explains why I can't fit em' If he run up, He get shot, Bitch I ain't gon' hit him That bitch getting flipped and I ain't talking bout no tech deck Sent that bitch the giraffe emoji cuz she giving neck neck I failed all my classes but I got an A in sex Ed Then I sent the brain emoji cuz she give the best head Man these bitches like to argue way too much I got a lawyer Ima white boy, But bitch I got swag like Tom Sawyer I kinda like rapping cuz I don't got an employer He a streamer kid, Ima real bitch destroyer I don't wanna date you baby, That was just a sneaky link What's your man gon' say when he find out that I was beating cheeks I don't gotta work no job but checks be coming week to week Why you in my phone right now lil mama you should be with me Walk inside the party, Got a Glock inside my denim Spent a thousand on these shoes bitch, You couldn't get em' Too much money in these jeans, That explains why I can't fit em' If he run up, He get shot, Bitch I ain't gon' hit him I might walk out on that boy broad day GTA shit Police pulled up whoop whoop, Ain't gon say shit Brand new chop, Ch Ch, Finna spray shit Stars twinkling inside the roof, This bitch a spaceship Bitch sucked the soul out my body, I was left dead Her boyfriend asking questions cuz she came home with a bed head Got a good percentage In the paint like I'm kyrie I stay with Ty when I'm in GA he off Kylie Send dem bows up the hill, Ain't talking tyreek Stay warm in the winter when I got this bitch beside me Got da nurse at the crib she give me IV Keep my bitches on the low my money high key Walk inside the party, Got a Glock inside my denim Spent a thousand on these shoes bitch, You couldn't get em' Too much money in these jeans, That explains why I can't fit em' If he run up, He get shot, Bitch I ain't gon' hit him

Every time you come around You know I can't say no Every time the sun goes down I let you take control I can feel the paradise Before my world implodes And tonight had something wonderful My bad habits lead to late nights Ending alone Conversations with a stranger I barely know Swearing this will be the last But it probably won't I've got nothing left to lose Or use or do My bad habits to you My bad habits to you Every pure intention ends When the good times start Falling over everything to Reach the first times spark Started under neon lights Then it all got dark I only know how to go too far My bad habits lead to late nights Ending alone Conversations with a stranger I barely know Swearing this will be the last But it probably won't I've got nothing left to lose Or use or do My bad habits to lead to Wide eyes stare into space And I know I lose control Of the things that I say I was looking for a way out Now I can't escape Nothing happens after two It's true it's true My bad habits lead to you