Solo

Late night drives
Smoking pillars
Till it's clear
Precision and consistency
Is all I need to hear
Lost a couple motives
And I mean it sincere
Pulled out with a plan b
Now the bitch wanna chill
I'm numb to the love
I don't think it's fake or real
It's only processed through the mind
Just to keep you on the wheel
Then when shit get bumpy
You start losing all the feels
Look inside the mirror
And just ask who really cares?
Wipe the tears away
Go get you a couple bags
And I promise shit will change
When you know that you got stacks
Treat you like a king
So damn wealthy
They won't blink
It's all that really matters
Not the love, not the dreams

Shit ain't ever real
Ever real ever real
Look inside my eyes
And just tell me how you feel

Shit ain't ever real
Ever real, ever real
Look inside my eyes
And just tell me how you feel

How you feel
How you feel
How you feel
How you feel
How you feel
How you feel
How you feel
How you feel

sorry for the drama
Guess that's part of all your acts
Turn off all the tvs
Too much shit to stick around
Clouds up in my system
You can call me weatherman
You still getting better
When I tell you you a 10
Late nights can you call me?
When you wide awake
You know we be freaky links
Quit that nonsense
This shit flowing deeply
Like a faucet
Nighas acting petty
Ricky Bobby
Too damn stylish
That's my hobby
Left and right
They watching
Main attraction
Pulled all of my sleeves back
Like it's magic
Flights through the summer time
Like Aladdin

Shit ain't ever real
Ever real, ever real