to work for a commaSince I ran into a

ChildDon't waste your sparkGolden ChildDon't change your yeahAlright,

wait for you to hear all these songs I wroteAbout

is how it feels to have a winning streak, babyRockin'

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

angels, duckin’ from dangerI feel like the blue power

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

1: on the edge and finding out it's kinda

start it from the Drip, SplashDrip, Drip, SplashDrip, Drip,

1: so drunk, he hit his head on the

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

they talking about me, again?I like, anime, cartoons, and nothing

see dead-ends, but we're still goin' strongWe've been headin'

on the gas, out on the roadGoin' for

you be my Joan Jett..Won't you be my Joan

Linda Martell & Swizz are a funny little concept,

shitCasa my favorite MigoOn GodTwo hoes tryna come turn upI'm

can't cowboys cry?Ain't felt this down in a long timeI

can't love be the reason why we can't hold

is how it feels to have a winning streak,