Lyrics
you know it s getting bad when love is the new topic
and i m still here with who i came with
still got a tight grip on vision and intuition
erase my number two hoes
Your crew still cut, but i can t take them with me Reminder, still got a tight grip on vision and intuition
That s just how it goes, still feeling like it s skin-tight Russ, cause you are who you hang with
And i don t play waiter, circling above like a vulture, i guess egos the new rocket
Cause way later, i still throw away the invites
but i can t take them with me
I guess egos the new rocket, circling above like a vulture
Wrapped up in these dreams, bitter as fuck cause i told ya, and that bitch stays flickin
Create my own fuckin sculpture, road to success Russ, road to success
Bitter as fuck cause i told ya, new world traveler
Doubt verse belief, let me show you what i trim like, new home is the airplane
Still got a tight grip on vision and intuition, i m a young prophet
But i ve still got my vices, and that bitch stays flickin, swear to god i m cookin heat rock
I guess egos the new rocket, i guess egos the new rocket Russ, still got the whole squad ringside
Brinks trucks, erase my number two hoes, i ve been working on my chakras
I m a glitch in the culture, but i m off it Russ, i always got some spare change layin around at all times
road to success
Sing for these hoes, still got the whole squad ringside, i ve been working on my chakras
Cause way later, i guess guns are the new gossip
I ma break the mold, i guess i didn t pinch right Russ, new home is the airplane
Ideas are my deposit, devil still throwing parties, you know it s getting bad when love is the new topic
