stop the car

Stop the car
And fuck with me
I gotta leave
The team for the lean
I’m sorry I just gotta breathe
I need to be a fucking zombie
I’m sipping on that arizona green tea
And I don’t fuck with hypebeasts
Got a cup of coffee and I’m tryna fiend
For the nicotine
Keep it clean
Smoking on that gasoline
I just want peace and power
And I’ll be gone for an hour
I’m going sour
And I don’t know why I threw out your flowers
I guess I was mad
Sorry that I made you sad
Everybody’s fucking glad
Nobody will pay me or you to hate me
I don’t know why these bitches wanna date me
All these bitches liars that try to get by us
Free Tyler he got 7 months to go
I don’t know how to be fucked up
As far as I know I’m never gonna go back home
To the place where I don’t belong
Everything that I think about I turn it to a song
I’m wrong and I got it
I got a motherfucking pocket
Full of memories that I can’t complete
I wanna be me and see what I will be
But until then I need to sleep
Got the mind of an addict with you and me
Rest in peace to 2017
Rest in peace to 2017