French The Kid Tijuana Lyrics

Smoking on that purple Tijuana
Yes I’m antisocial my mistake
I hear the crowd I see the lights I feel the drama
I keep the mic between my palm like namaste
I’m at this crop inhaling trees I smell the summer
Things are never ever really what they say
I met devil in my dreams he done a runner
You pop a sleeping pill I smoke and fly away
You pop a sleeping pill I smoke and I escape

Let me escape I’m in the club I’m fading away
I got a Stunna she want me to stay
I don’t if they knew but they couldn’t relate
Yo
I never the same things in my head it won’t let me explain
Roll up a ahh, roll up a plane for all of my hitters are stuck in a cage
Free up the gang
Free up the squad
Living a party a live it a lot
Smoke and Bacardi I pivot the spot
My girl is a baddie your girl is a what
Smoking a box Smoking a lot
Fuck it this isn’t a regular job
I couldn’t ever get rid of my
I couldn’t even get rid of my mob

Similar face fuck it I’ll never see nothing the same table a Paris
I’m still on the plane I told her when she want it she getting the same
Told em when they want it I never delay
Sat on the train out of my face what can I say
Tryna find another way another level up
Filling up a double cup steppers on the left
You can come with us I ain’t tryna hit the club took her to the shard now the girl in love
Several ballies in the truck looking for the car picking up the gloves
Really aiming for above praying to the lord
Is it all enough