Comin Down lyrics

[Intro: Hannah Everhart]
(Chamberlain, he's got it)
Lately, I began to see signs
That you got leavin' me on your mind
I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you
It's hard to face, but I know the truth

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
This stupid b*tch look ugly when she cry, I'm tired of the truth, I want some lies
f*cked-up childhood, was traumatized, took a trip to hell, had to go demon time
Extended clip lookin' like curly fries, worked hard, gotta see the other side
Now it's Kick Doe Clique, b*tch, we on the rise, pourin' Wock'-Wock' on my pecan pie
Yes, I'm a real live country boy, I'm feelin' like Billy Ray
I might be hardheadеd and don't listen, but I do what my semi say
I'm a short-ass Mexican, 5'5", but I'm still stеppin' on anything
Pocket rocket, got me itty-bitty thing
I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid
Pour up my cup, I be knockin' out ten a day
I don't want no Trish and I'll sure as hell throw that Pai in your face
I don't want no b*tch that's gon' take my cake and then give it away
I came up without sh*t, so I know what it's like and I'm tired of pain
Now I'm hard in the paint, I'ma pull my pants down and I'm lettin' 'em hang, uh
Yeah, I'm just tryna rap
I ain't tryna be in the hood hittin' no licks, you can't say that it's cap
I done proved myself, now I'm out gettin' rich
Blued up every day, out here lookin' like Stitch
Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch
Woke up the next day, ain't nobody say sh*t, for real (Right on)
[Chorus: OTB Fastlane]
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down (Ayy), I'm comin' down

[Verse 2: OTB Fastlane]
Ayy, knee-deep up in that field, my biggest flaw, kept it too real (Woo)
Lil' b*tch said she was done with me, I bet she f*ck me still
Took a loss, had to get back up, ain't had no time to heal (Yeah)
Brick for brick how I was built, straight drop syrup, crack the seal, come on (Uh)
This sh*t ain't come overnight, been puttin' down for years (Woo)
Thinkin' 'bout my n*gga dead and gone, sh*t still give me chills (Woo)
Rockin' shows, then go cop the lows, I'm still sellin' pills (Yeah)
ARP whistle when I squeeze, it sing like Lauryn Hill (Come on)
Ayy, Texas, Texas, thuggin', livin' reckless
Foreign, digital dashboard, got diamonds in my necklace (Ayy)
I go chew a Perc', f*ck my b*tch and do my best sh*t (Know what I'm sayin'?)
Boss like I'm Slim Thugga, 'cause n*ggas hate they b*tches love us

[Chorus: OTB Fastlane]
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down, I'm comin' down (Cut up)
I'm comin' down (Ayy), I'm comin' down
[Outro: Hannah Everhart]
Lately, I began to see signs
That you got leavin' me on your mind
I get a cold, cold feelin' when I touch you
It's hard to face, but I know the truth