wait for you to hear all these songs I wroteAbout

minimal, minimal, minimalMinimal, minimal, minimal, minimalMinimal, in here tryna

pour me up a double shot of whiskeyThey know me

said, "Oh no, Anabelle"I won't let you run from this

angels, duckin’ from dangerI feel like the blue power

wake up every SaturdayMake my bedBless the streetsWorking 9 to

live Beverly Hills straight covered in greaseI'm a lone-ass

when we was broke?I ain't have me a dollar,

1: so drunk, he hit his head on the

south of LeesburgWhere Blue fought with RebSome ran 'til

a glimpse of myselfOut a Greyhound windowHeadin' for the

live forever (Yeah)Foot on the gas, heyNow, don't it? Ain't

I'm taking all my burdensAnd casting them on the LordCan't

on the gas, out on the roadGoin' for

Shaboozey & Noah it my fault that you're lost?It's

uh-huhMe and DDGWe some cowboys, we some outlawsAlright,

like a targetYeah, been ridin' bulls since my first

her out WestGot me right in the chestAnother

Verse baby want a Birkin, she's been tellin' me all

is how it feels to have a winning streak,