Writer(s): Adam Wiles, Nayvadius Wilburn, Khalid Robinson
I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding eighty-five
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I've got anger in my chest
I've 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 eighty-five
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I've got anger in my chest
I've 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 right leg, that's Gucci
Got L-O-V-E on my main, that's Pucci
Caught a lil' jetlag but I'm golden
We deserve Grammys and some Oscars
They deserve Whammy's, 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, yah
I come through with strippers and some shottas
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
I pull up in several different options
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
I'll shatter dreams with this cream I make
Gotta be on codeine to think of I say
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up
I was in the double R when I rolled up
I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding eighty-five
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I've got anger in my chest
I've 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 eighty-five
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I've got anger in my chest
I've got millions on my mind
And you didn't fit the picture
So I guess you weren't the vibe
Gotta dig what I'm sayin', Chanel drapes on me, baby
Gotta dig what I'm sayin', she's like she's sponsored by Mercedes
Dig what I'm sayin', this Creed cologne is on me, baby
Dig what I'm sayin'? I'm goin' hard, hard
I pop bubbly in my memory
You should be glad I'm showin' you sympathy
I gave you real love out the gutter
Ever let you go, you gon' suffer
I come through with strippers and some shottas
I gotta accept that I'm a monster
I pull up in several different options
Not all, but most of 'em came topless
I'll shatter dreams with this cream I make
Gotta be on codeine to think of I say
I can't feel my toes and ain't gon' fold up
I was in the double R when I rolled up
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 leave if it's too much
But I'm tired of you leading me on
Oh no, don't like where this is going
I've been stuck in all your apologies
Gave you my all but you want more from me
Keep your love, it doesn't feel the same
I hope it hurts you when you're hearin' my
