Lyrics Crash - Ryan Oakes

Crash

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(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