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letra de omw - no-uh

[verse 1]
and i don’t even do drugs no more, i need my head clear
need pics or a gram hit red beard
i ain’t dead yet dog but the end near
wrote raps since ten this my tenth year
popped a molly i’m sweatin
sp-ce coupe sw-ng like a jetson
look my own mind my worst enemy it try to take me down i can’t let it
still go day to day with my bullsh-t, yeah
kick sh-t like d colquitt, yeah
i need a sweater with thirty peppers they know i stay on my cold sh-t yeah
on tight ropes with my eyes closed
my pockets flat they got lipo
i got eighty bucks to my name b-tch
pray to god i get change b-tch

[hook]
yeah i’m on my way up, just sw-nging down your highway
i do what i want so i treat every day like friday
why’d you quit your job, cause i want to live my life my way
i won’t sell my soul away
you won’t get my soul today
i’m on my way up just sw-nging down your highway
i do what i want so i treat every day like friday
why’d you quit your job, cause i want to live my life my way
i won’t sell my soul away
you won’t get my soul today

[verse 2]
yeah i got bad habits like still, why?
no motivation but still try
i’m in the lab with your b-tch your dog, experimenting like bill nye
see what’s life without taking chances
like strip clubs with no dirty dances
need 80 b-tches with a billion dollars
then i take my money buy my moms a mansion, like what
don’t try to f-ck with me please
hot as 100 degrees, but colder than two pair of skis
fly like a parachute probably get caught in the trees
dirty as dirty can be
but from the outside b-tch i’m looking too clean
hiding my problems is easy for me
stayed bottled up in my brain tucked
i was eighteen and gave no f-cks, i’m twenty now and care too much
my t–th crooked, my hair messy
my shoes dirty, my skin pale
rather be broke than work retail
i put that sh-t on my soul dog
you’re either with the wave or you’re in the way
stay wide awake or get rolled on

- no uh

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