Relapse ft. SPEEDWAY FORGIATO Lyrics

Santa Klaus

To these fucking frauds

Gifted with the rap

Weaning off

Is a fucking chore

Put it on a track

So I'm sure

I ain't going soft

Words I can't retract

No more raw

To the fucking jaw

I ain't getting shmacked!

Fuck the law

Baby fuck the law

I ain't going back

What's the cause?

Baby what's the cause?

I ain't going back

I ain't going back

Hell nah, I ain't going back

Hit the Lord

With a pregnant pause

I ain't going back

Back back, back back

Put in my face

Back track, back track

I done lost my way

She bad , so bad

I just wanna taste

Relax, relapse

Had to be my fate

Do this for my hitters who ain't scared to lose the battle

Just another singer singing to my golden shackles

Just another sinner sleeping will my darkest shadow

Just another symptom when the sipping got you rattled

Can't let silly feelings jock me longing for that rocky

So I took a bride I wanna ride her with no saddle

Asking do you wanna? Then she kissing on my body

Told the shorty spell it out I do not fuck with scrabble

All at once she let it out I couldn't get a handle

The druggy love, it torture us, it torch us like a candle

Put it on the wax or on a camel pack

The desert is trap

You see mirage

And think ya habits lost

But it just calls you back

The siren song

Is from the yellow bone

That's laying in my lap

And she too strong

For sober marathon

I race her to relapse

(Race)

(I race her to relapse)

(Ooo I think I'm going Back)

Santa Klaus

To these fucking frauds

Gifted with the rap

Weaning off

Is a fucking chore

Put it on a track

So I'm sure

I ain't going soft

Words I can't retract

No more raw

To the fucking jaw

I ain't getting shmacked!

Fuck the law

Baby fuck the law

I ain't going back

What's the cause?

Baby what's the cause?

I ain't going back

I ain't going back

Hell nah, I ain't going back

Hit the Lord

With a pregnant pause

I ain't going back

And shorty playing on my line

What's the Hold Up?

I hit up bro like drop a deuce up in my soda

She hit me up she asking when I'm coming over

She need someone to lean on

Ain't no room on this shoulder yeah it's over

I got 10 shots

For any nigga tryna' hate

I'm on the same block

Speedway smoking gas by the tank

Got em' shell shocked

These other niggas drawing blanks

But bitch it's fast life

Hoe I don't ever use my breaks I'm gone