Lyrics It's Over - Blake Banks

It's Over

I came in this world for tears
But, I die laughin' (Hahaha)
But, he know what it is
Stoney Maloney
Shameless
Wa-walkin' through the mud in my brand new J’s (Fuck!)
Get drunk all morning, stay high all day (Bitch)
Sippin' on a 40, we’re late (Hey)
Smokin' like Snoop, I feel like Dre (Bitch)
Bad bitch, she 'ready sped off of my Chevy
My eyes hella red, my hair was messy (Damn)
The way that I moved like a young Elvis Presley (Whoo)
I’m lookin' so fresh like somebody dressed (Whoo)
She tellin' she love me, my girl always lie (Bitch)
Must be the drugs got feel like I’m fly (Fly)
I keep supplyin' as long as they buy
I prefer to get help while I’m drivin'
«Blake, where you been?», I’ve been spendin', they juke it
Just let the in your bitch, she was lookin'
This then the reach I’m cookin'
These rappers are ass, I’m givin' them whoopings
Fuck this game
Know what it means to not give a fuck (Not give a fuck)
About anything (About anything)
I’ve been livin' a dream my whole life (Hahaha)
Let’s get it
All-All-All I ever wanted was a Range Rover
Drinkin' wit' a pain like a hangover
Drink—I-I-can never do a thing so (Fuck)
What you gon' do once the fame over?
Hit the motherfucker with a flamethrower
'Ever we go, we got a strange odor
Me and Tom and got the same growth (Shit)
Came out to Cali just to take over (Get)
Finessin' and jukin', I’m doomed wit' a pack (I take the streets, call me back)
And said they want pounds and say they want wax (I take the streets,
call me back)
This money, I flip, I save, and I stack (I take the streets, call me back)
I’ma get money anywhere I’m at (Haha)
My lights cinematic, my are just crashin'
I smokin' it
P-P-Pounds in my closet, cash in my mattress (Bitch)
Roll me a blunt, pour it to ashes (Yo)
I never pass it, I cut my classes (Ha)