Tijuana

Smoking on that purple Tijuana (smoke, smoke) Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake (my mistake, my mistake) I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama Keep that mic between my palm like namaste (namaste) I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer (smell the summer) Things are never ever really what they say (what they say, what they say) I met the devil in my dreams, he's done a runner You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away (fly away, fly away) You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke, and I escape Let me escape I'm in the club, and I'm fading away I got a stunner, she wants me to stay I don't know if they knew, but they couldn't relate Yo, I never the same Things in my head, it won't let me explain Roll up a -, roll up a plane For all of my hitters that's stuck in the cage Free up the gang, free up the squad Living a party, I live it a lot Smoke and Bacardi, I pivot the spot My girl was a baddie, your girl was a - Smoking a box, smoking a lot Fuck it, this isn't a regular job I couldn't ever get rid of my - I couldn't ever get rid of my mob Smoking on that purple Tijuana (smoke, smoke) Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake (my mistake, my mistake) I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama Keep that mic between my palm like namaste (namaste) I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer (smell the summer) Things are never ever really what they say (what they say, what they say) I met the devil in my dreams, he's done a runner You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away (fly away, fly away) You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke, and I escape Look, similar face Fuck it, I'll never see nothing the same Table a Paris, I'm still on the plane Told her when she wants it, she's getting the same Told 'em when they want it, I never delay Sat on the train, out of my face, what can I say? Tryna find another way, another level-up Filling up a double cup Steppers to the left, you can come with us I ain't tryna hit the club, took her to the Shard, now the girl in love Several ballies in the truck, looking for the car, picking up the gloves Really aiming for above, praying to the Lord, is it all enough? Smoking on that purple Tijuana (smoke, smoke) Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake (my mistake, my mistake) I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama Keep that mic between my palm like namaste (namaste) I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer (smell the summer) Things are never ever really what they say (what they say, what they say) I met the devil in my dreams, he's done a runner You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away (fly away, fly away) You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke, and I escape