I’m living life so fast (yeah), I can’t even count the hours
I get a text from my dad
FaceTime ya mom from the Eiffel Tower, uh
I’m blowing trees every evening
Tryna numb my timezones and my demons, uh
A different city every evening (true!)
Relationships with family left up in Portland (yeah!)
My little cousin tall as hell now (yeah)
And every girl wanna fu*k but never settle down (woo!)
And my best friend stuck up in a jail cell (true!)
No matter what it cost, I always pay my nig*as bail (yah!)
So fu*k it (fu*k it), spend it (spend it)
Run it, dawg, it’s nothing
So fu*k it (fu*k it), spend it (spend it)
We don’t got much time to live so let’s hope for the best
We in London on a Tuesday, but my nig*as treat it like it’s a Friday
These days, two years feel like two days
I missed a couple dinners and a lot of birthdays
But let’s run it up, ’til we fu*k it up
Cause we young as fu*k, in Australia
We ain’t ever heard no accent like this (no!)
We too hood for our own damn good, nig*a
I miss those days on Pigeons and Planes in my bedroom (yeah)
Tryna hope for my hustle to pay off real soon
Took my nig*as around the world and even Magic City (strip!)
Spend some racks just to see ’em smile with me
fu*k it (fu*k it), spend it (spend it)
Run it, dawg, it’s nothing, nah
fu*k it (fu*k it), spend it (spend it)
We don’t got much time to live so let’s hope for the best
You don’t know what it feel like (no)
You don’t know how I feel (feel)
You don’t know what I feel like (feel like)
You don’t know how it feels
You don’t know what it feel like (no)
You don’t know how I feel (feel)
You don’t know what I feel like (feel like)
You don’t know how it feels (no!)
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