Runnin for the funds runnin for the funds
Money is the motive till the lack of love
Used to need a bottle and pack of drugs
Now I need a crib and a backyard
I been on the phone talkin to my mom
Haven’t seen her in a minute I been on my own
Chasing all these dreams till I woke up
3 2 1 till I blow up
I see I been doing it the wrong way
I been in my head like all day
You don’t even know who I am
b*tch go ahead n look at my wings
Running from the love runnin from the love
I could give a f*ck imma solo up
Drinking up some lust from a solo cup
Ocean in the denim gotta surfboard
I see the truth in the flaw
I see the root of the cause
I find myself in the loss
I get my wings in the sauce
I get the heat in the frost
You don’t know how high I fly
Look at you don’t look at mine
Ask me if I'm doing fine
Im tryna enjoy the ride
I see I been doing it the wrong way
I been in my head like all day
You don’t even know who I am
b*tch go ahead n look at my wings
Look at my wings
Hol’ up
Driving thru the rain I don’t turn the wipers on for the thrill
I believe it like my boy Mr Hill
Still up in the chaos while I whisper thru the noise
Playing with the snakes lookin at em like my toys
I stay true thru the image I portray
Stay awake while these mutha f*ckas sleepin thru the days
Writing down my sins I don’t wanna lose track
Crumple up the paper God waiting on a fax
Searchin for the money while they searchin for the facts
Lay down take a nap get to it when I’m dead
(4x)
I see the truth in the flaw
I see the root of the cause
I find myself in the loss
I get my wings in the sauce
I get the heat in the frost