Swerving, who the fuck said that I’m good to drive? Bumping through the lines like I’m on overdrive Working through the night cause I want this for life London to Milan, pouring up on the flight
Someone come around and make sure I’m alive Fingers on my neck just to know I didn’t die Rolling, over-rolling till you can’t see my eyes Pouring, overflowing till I’m –
On the low, shawty on the low, ’bout to hit the road It’s a go, coming for the throne, never going home Around the globe, Santorini flows, summers on the coast Hit the yacht, make another toast, bottles on the boat Bring the hoes, now they coming close, fucking all the bros This ain’t luck, got my ego up, and I can’t give a fuck About the O’s, I’m a fucking ghost, coming for their throats Run on blow, till I lose control, till I lose control, till I’m
Swerving, who the fuck said that I’m good to drive? Bumping through the lines like I’m on overdrive Working through the night cause I want this for life London to Milan, pouring up on the flight
Someone come around and make sure I’m alive Fingers on my neck just to know I didn’t die Rolling, over-rolling till you can’t see my eyes Pouring, overflowing till I’m –
Mm, till you can’t see my eyes Ooh, till I, till I, till I Till I, till I lose control Till I lose control, ohh