FaZe Rug - Goin' Live | English

Hoping your okay With everything that happened I'm pretty sure were crashing Like all the things I Didn't get to say Now everybody's laughing With me and all my words Now were running out of our heads With nowhere else to turn I'm thinking we should burn it but we're learning as we Sleep in each other's beds And wake up in another Said you told your mom about me Told you that I'm sorry cause we Talk about it And girls you didn't need to know Don't come by the show cause things get Fucked around you Tryna catch a spark I'm tired of the waiting These memories are fading But go fuck yourself your Not even all mine I dug a grave for this one And I'm left with no reply And I see those tears in your eyes I'll wipe them off again But only cause I want to give you new ones as we Sleep in each other beds And wake up in another Said you told your mom about me Told you that I'm sorry cause we Talk about it And it's fun cause we Never even had a shot Girls you didn't need to know Don't come by the show cause things get Fucked around you And it's love I'm bound to Told you the last one hit and ran Told you the last one's still a friend And now your the last one with a chance And now your the last one take my hand And lead me under the rug Your phone keys weed and more stuff You hate my kind of love And that's all I ask for Said you told your mom about me Told you that I'm sorry cause we talk And it's fun Girls you didn't need to know Don't come by the show cause things get Fucked And it's love

(ATM) Told my brother, "You catch that nigga who did it, I'll give you the ransom" Told that bitch to bring her friends, I bring my friends, we link in Atlanta Hope lil' bro gon' beat his case, they don't really see that shit on camera You gotta worry 'bout who got the up first 'cause my cousin died with his hammer Only reason opps got all that shit, they fuckin' with them scammers He just hit a lick in Miami for all them bricks, he Montana Where I'm from, we go off body counts, we don't go off bandanas I done gave 'em all 'em guns and drugs, bitch, I think I'm Santa All I see, a real nigga in the mirror All I see, a lot of robbers and some killers All I see, a bunch of real-ass niggas All I see, a bunch of killers, bunch of killers, nigga (yeah, yeah) False flaggin', throwin' up different gangs and shit Hope when they get caught, them niggas never bring up names and shit Open cases, hangin' 'round 'em killers known as dangerous That's the only thing I hate that's comin' with this fame and shit, that's lame as shit Summertime, I be fuckin' up the static You can't deny these niggas claimin' all the bodies I can't lie, if I go broke, I'm catchin' a robbery They askin' why, but I can never give apology Slow down, better watch that boy, he low down And I heard that he be shootin' two-three switches when it go down He used to walk around with a paint gun, I'm happy that he pro now Suckin' dick like she a pro a now, but I told that bitch slow down, she a low down I record with a Off-White mat from IKEA Paranoid, we just gon' ride around 'til we see 'em Tug of war, these niggas tryna steal ideas Check the score, them niggas cryin' all on my DM, yeah