Crash

[Intro] Cutters (Start a fire, they don't wanna be the ashtray Up in smoke when they see that you in last place Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage When you high all they wanna do is crash planes) [Verse 1] Coffee over ice with friends who weren't nice Making sure I never catch a stakeout when I roll the dice I always try to keep the peace but everybody want a slice I told you wouldn't tell you soul but homie you should name your price Then they tell me I'm so deranged, while I just try to blossom They all said I changed, since the fall like a model No bullshit [?] why you causing a problem You love to complain I wish your parents would've used a condom But it ain't my business Got hoes surrounding me, they see I'm gifted like it's Christmas It's cloudy, LA girls disturbed but I'm down with the sickness They always on their knees and tweeting shit about religion That's that shit I've never been with (Nah) [Chorus] Couple bitches calling begging me to take my last name Coming quicker ever minute since the cash came Kissing up to me you leave me with a bad taste They just wanna fuck you over in the fast lane Start a fire, they don't wanna be the ashtray Up in smoke when they see that you in last place Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage When you high all they wanna do is crash planes [Verse 2] Whiskey on the rocks so people want it scotch Putting on a mask because they think my shit is gonna pop These labels making promises I guaranteed they'll wanna drop Sipping on some top shelf, tryna shelf me so my shit'll flop Or maybe it's a paranoia, shit every time I find an antidote I swear it poison Maybe I'll like myself if I can shut out all the voices Saying irrelevant shit that I do is so annoying Now my blood is always boiling It's ironic, I got cold feet, can't get a break with all this drive You gotta pay the toll fees, I swear [?] I'm burning Even in the low heat When I was broke I did the opposite of what they told me Now Margaret help me [Chorus] Couple bitches calling begging me to take my last name Coming quicker ever minute since the cash came Kissing up to me you leave me with a bad taste They just wanna fuck you over in the fast lane Start a fire, they don't wanna be the ashtray Up in smoke when they see that you in last place Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage When you high all they wanna do is crash planes