| Trapped inside my mind
|
| I know the feeling
|
| The feeling’s nothing new
|
| No air inside my lungs
|
| Maybe I’m weightless
|
| The ceiling, I’ll push through
|
| Tie-dyed eyes from the blunt smoke
|
| Straight ass lines, supermodel
|
| She just can’t keep her eyes closed
|
| So we dance, spin the bottle
|
| I pull up, off the throttle
|
| No we can’t help but wobble
|
| On the soul, Aristotle
|
| Friends are with her, apostles
|
| I got my drink in my hand
|
| I’m rolling on twenties from nin to five
|
| To the promised land
|
| Aftrlife be damned
|
| No man’s land through the smoke lines
|
| I’m tryna blow up like a landmine
|
| Dollar sign with no faces
|
| She’s always fucking my bottom line
|
| Seen you drinking by yourself
|
| All alone for way too long
|
| Had to introduce myself
|
| Sorry if I came on too strong
|
| Where you wanna go, who wanna you be
|
| Are you the type to come roll with me
|
| It’s only one night, let’s go home and see, girl
|
| Seen you drinking by yourself
|
| All alone for way too long
|
| Had to introduce myself
|
| Sorry if I came on too strong
|
| Where you wanna go, who wanna you be
|
| Are you the type to come roll with me
|
| It’s only one night, let’s go home and see, girl
|
| Trapped inside my mind
|
| I know the feeling
|
| The feeling’s nothing new
|
| No air inside my lungs
|
| Maybe I’m weightless
|
| The ceiling, I’ll push through
|
| Ooh, this beat is serious
|
| The synth made a nigga feel curious
|
| This verse gon' convince the jury of
|
| Manslaughter at the least and I’m furious
|
| I subscribe to the theory of
|
| Opposites attracting, we got some traction
|
| Add me on Snap and fuck the subtraction
|
| Taste of the fruit will give me some passion
|
| And you wanna accuse of me acting
|
| Well maybe just a lil bit
|
| Roll it up and take a lil hit
|
| Pour it up and take a lil sip
|
| Let me poke you with the drill tip
|
| Don’t gotta ask if you feel it then
|
| Do gotta ask if your man in the past
|
| Then forget that nigga, period
|
| I been trying to find the words to say
|
| Say I want you
|
| I need you
|
| I been trying to find the words to say
|
| Say I’m sorry
|
| Cause this all I know
|
| I fucked around, I lost control
|
| I didn’t mean to go overboard
|
| I drank too much and I’m starting to feel it
|
| If you know what I mean
|
| I don’t even know what I mixed
|
| All I know is that I’m so lit
|
| Trying to find a way to move on
|
| Looking for the words that I mean
|
| Probably end up saying the wrong thing
|
| Yeah still I keep it rolling, ain’t no way that I’m gon' slow it
|
| I’ma keep it, keep it going
|
| Look for someone who adore me
|
| And will want to be with me until the morning
|
| And then we get going, our
|
| Separate ways, that’s the play
|
| Looking for love, you’re in the wrong place
|
| But don’t mind me, I came to say
|
| Trapped inside my mind
|
| I know the feeling
|
| The feeling’s nothing new
|
| No air inside my lungs
|
| Maybe I’m weightless
|
| The ceiling, I’ll push through
|
| If I die inside of this club
|
| I’ll die inside your arms
|
| We’ll be forever young
|
| We’re never growing up
|
| If I die in this club
|
| If I die in this club
|
| I’ll die inside your arms
|
| We’ll be forever young
|
| We’re never growing up
|
| If I die in this club
|
| If I die in this club |