I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe Got L-O-V-E on my right leg, that's Gucci (know what I'm sayin'?) L-O-V-E on my main ho, that's pucci (get what I'm sayin'?) Caught a lil' jetlag but I'm golden, damn (yeah) We deserve Grammys and some Oscars, damn They deserve wammys, they imposters I be rollin' with my project homies, it's a vibe I just did some pills with the homie, it's a vibe Bend her over, switch sides, it's a vibe, yuh (yuh) I come through with strippers and some shottas (shottas) I gotta accept that I'm a monster (I gotta) I pull up in several different options (yah yuh) Not all, but most of 'em came topless I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make) Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say, what, what) I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up (fold up) I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up (when I rolled up) I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe Pluto Gotta dig what I'm sayin', Chanel draped on me, baby Gotta dig what I'm sayin', she look like she's sponsored by Mercedes Dig what I'm sayin', this cree cologne is on me, baby (you dig?) Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard (hard, yeah) I pop up bubbly in your memory (in your memory) You should be glad I'm showin' you sympathy (show you sympathy) I gave you, took you up out the gutter (out the gutter) Ever let you go, you gon' suffer (you gon' suffer from it) I come through with strippers and some shottas (shottas) I gotta accept that I'm a monster (I gotta) I pull up in several different options (yah yuh) Not all, but most of 'em came topless I'll shatter your dreams with this cream I make (cream I make) Gotta be on codeine to think of shit I say (shit I say, what, what) I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up (fold up) I was in the parkin' lot when I rolled up (when I rolled up) Yeah, L.O.V.E. on my right leg Nah Hendrix overload, dig what I'm sayin'? I feel like I should be giving up You can't leave this, it's too much But I'm tired of you leading me on, oh no I don't like where this shit is going Your heart is stuck in all your apologies Gave you my all but you went off on me Keep your love, it doesn't feel the same I hope it hurts you when you're hearin' my name