Never Land - song lyrics
City on fire so I'm staying inspired
I don't know if I can stay here tonight, yeah, yeah
There's a place in the sky
That I've been hoping I could get up in the night, yeah, yeah
But I'm playing, it's alright
Y'all ain't got the time left for saving a life
I've been going hard tryna get up them hits out
Either way, I gotta stay it like this, go fast
We ain't worried 'bout the past
Y'all been up in last, better hurry up yo' ass
Got gas so we pick 'em out pack
But I don't know the names of the lames in the back like that
Tryna fill up all the cracks, put it back all together
Now I'm back in the middle like, yeah
Got me out up on the map
Y'all been throwing money while I'm counting in the back like
I feel like I'm Peter Pan, I know I'll never, never land
I pull it back, then let it in like la-da-da-da-da
Brand new hook like everyday, I roll one up, then sail away
I swear there ain't no realer way like la-da-da-da-da
And the flowers that I roll, that I roll
Feel like la-da-da-da-da
The flowers that I roll, that I roll
Feel like la-da-da-da-da
I got holy on my own
I got homies I don't owe
If the old me met the new me
Don't think y'all would get along
I got holy on my own
Fuck the old me cuz now I'm gone
I know I was meant to say it, eIther way, I'm on my own
I've been on
Benefits is long gone
I'ma go up on the stage for the next bite
Give a fuck about the fame and the check like
Everybody been the same all in this life
This life young kid been fighting
Hop in real quick, we riding
I said, "Oh shit, we driving fast"
We ain't worried 'bout the past
Y'all been up in last, better hurry up yo' ass
Got gas so we pick 'em out pack
But I don't know the names of the lames in the back like that
Tryna fill up all the cracks, put it back all together
Now I'm back in the middle like, yeah
Got me out on the map
Y'all been throwing money while I'm counting in the back like
I feel like I'm Peter Pan, I know I'll never, never land
I pull it back, then let it in like la-da-da-da-da
Brand new hook like everyday, I roll one up and sail away
I swear there ain't no realer way like la-da-da-da-da
And the flowers that I roll, that I roll
Feel like la-da-da-da-da
The flowers that I roll, that I roll
Feel like la-da-da-da-da
Tryna eat up off the plate
Take a swing, prolly miss, boy, you striking out
I can show you all the shit and what this life about
Hit a spliff, now I'm 'bout to go to flyer route
Fly around, feeling like I'm Peter Pan
Boy, you number two just like a Jeter fan
Spanish bitch warming up, said that she need a fan
She don't like it hot so Imma turn her on, fa heater pan
La-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da