2011 Lyrics

Waving the red like a matador, I put it up to your attitude

I'm at this altitude, don't let me down

It takes a lot to stay mad at you

Twist it and turn it habitual

I never said it was easy

Drink till you can't even see me

Feels like the only relief

Walk with the lock and the key, told mama I'm too cold to carry the heat

Rollin' it up ain't for me, but I swear that pack never far out of reach

Couple of bottles at least, just something to keep me from breaking the peace

I ain't felt nothin' in weeks, no one around me to hear when I speak

I whip a 2011, they sent it from heaven

A lot of y'all don't get the steez

Totaled the body, I'm swerving it probably

Bitch, I copped another now I don't need keys

Push start ignition for 2 a.m. missions

Hoe I keep a 10 in the passenger seat

Seems like I'm finding the comfort when I'm undercover the covers

You know what I mean

I'm in the cut looking after my numbers, these 50s and 100s all folded up clean

My cynical lovers, no I couldn't trust them, but I love my mother, so I treat them sweet

I can't get no patek, I don't mind her asking

She know what she worth, but it's different with me

She reach for the bill, so I'm letting her have it

When I'm with a eater I'm eating for free

Fend from myself, I just stick inside

Nobody seeking, ain't got a hide

Pour to the top, with a drop or lime

And pour it again

Now and then I gotta shoot

Chopping me up feeling loose

Both of them lookin' at me, ooh, ooh

So I had to go home with two

I had to pick up your move

Make me feel good when I'm far away

So I'm sipping hard on a tidal wave til I lose

I whip a 2011, they sent it from heaven

A lot of y'all don't get the steez

Totaled the body, I'm swerving it probably

Bitch, I copped another now I don't need keys

Push start ignition for 2 a.m. missions

Hoe I keep a 10 in the passenger seat

Seems like I'm finding the comfort when I'm undercover the covers

You know what I mean

I'm in the cut looking after my numbers, these 50s and 100s all folded up clean

My cynical lovers, no I couldn't trust them, but I love my mother, so I treat them sweet

I can't get no patek, I don't mind her asking

She know what she worth, but it's different with me

She reach for the bill, so I'm letting her have it

When I'm with a eater I'm eating for free

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Fend from myself, I just stick inside

Nobody seeking, ain't got a hide

Pour to the top, with a drop or lime

And pour it again

Now and then I gotta shoot

Chopping me up feeling loose

Both of them lookin' at me, ooh, ooh

So I had to go home with two

I had to pick up your move

Make me feel good when I'm far away

So I'm sipping hard on a tidal wave til I lose