FTR Lyrics

Pull up in a parking lot to switch my mood

I gave him the cash and he knew exactly what to do

Who the fuck you is like who you talking to?

I been high so long I got lost in the fumes

Bitch I made some steps and they just followed clues

Take lil' shawty outta space, to the moon

She just bring the heat like she broke the fuse

Yeah (Yes)

It kinda sound like

Fuck The Rest

It kinda sound like

We're possessed

It kinda sound like

We're still the best

What's wrong with the crowd?

Free the dead

They're running their mouth

Don't let em live

The way I carry doubt, it don't make no sense

I can't a soul

I can't trust a fed

Like I took one to the head

Like I'm only seeing red

On the corner I cant count the souls that left

I say it formally at best

But really it's fuck the rest

They ain't never put no love or effort in

So they ain't know the meaning of blessed

Pull up in a parking lot to switch my mood

I gave him the cash and he knew exactly what to do

Who the fuck you is like who you talking to

I been high so long I got lost in the fumes

Bitch I made some steps and they just followed clues

Take lil' shawty outta space, to the moon

She just bring the heat like she broke the fuse

Yeah (Yes)

It kinda sound like

Fuck The Rest

It kinda sound like

We're possessed

It kinda sound like

We're still the best