Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crash, artist - Ryan Oakes. Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crash |
| Cutters |
| (Start a fire, they don’t wanna be the ashtray |
| Up in smoke when they see that you in last place |
| Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage |
| When you high all they wanna do is crash planes) |
| Coffee over ice with friends who weren’t nice |
| Making sure I never catch a stakeout when I roll the dice |
| I always try to keep the peace but everybody want a slice |
| I told you wouldn’t tell you soul but homie you should name your price |
| Then they tell me I’m so deranged, while I just try to blossom |
| They all said I changed, since the fall like a model |
| No bullshit why you causing a problem |
| You love to complain |
| I wish your parents would’ve used a condom |
| But it ain’t my business |
| Got hoes surrounding me, they see I’m gifted like it’s Christmas |
| It’s cloudy, LA girls disturbed but I’m down with the sickness |
| They always on their knees and tweeting shit about religion |
| That’s that shit I’ve never been with (Nah) |
| Couple bitches calling begging me to take my last name |
| Coming quicker ever minute since the cash came |
| Kissing up to me you leave me with a bad taste |
| They just wanna fuck you over in the fast lane |
| Start a fire, they don’t wanna be the ashtray |
| Up in smoke when they see that you in last place |
| Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage |
| When you high all they wanna do is crash planes |
| Whiskey on the rocks so people want it scotch |
| Putting on a mask because they think my shit is gonna pop |
| These labels making promises I guaranteed they’ll wanna drop |
| Sipping on some top shelf, tryna shelf me so my shit’ll flop |
| Or maybe it’s a paranoia, shit every time I find an antidote |
| I swear it poison |
| Maybe I’ll like myself if I can shut out all the voices |
| Saying irrelevant shit that I do is so annoying |
| Now my blood is always boiling |
| It’s ironic, I got cold feet, can’t get a break with all this drive |
| You gotta pay the toll fees, I swear I’m burning |
| Even in the low heat |
| When I was broke I did the opposite of what they told me |
| Now Margaret help me |
| Couple bitches calling begging me to take my last name |
| Coming quicker ever minute since the cash came |
| Kissing up to me you leave me with a bad taste |
| They just wanna fuck you over in the fast lane |
| Start a fire, they don’t wanna be the ashtray |
| Up in smoke when they see that you in last place |
| Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage |
| When you high all they wanna do is crash planes |