ctms Lyrics

Aye pass me that

Yeah yeah

No don't worry it's all good

Enough for you enough for me

Recording this Sunday night

It's Colder

Just got back to the city

Walked off the plane now the Lyft doing 60

I got plenty but she's so needy

My time to give

But that's my rib

I knew little shawty since back when was kids

Fucking on her when I didn't own a crib

Now I'm in the spot and I'm standing on shit

Cus that's my shit

This my shit

Yeah that's my shit

Yeah this my shit

Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit

Yeah that's my shit

Yeah this my shit

Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit

My skin got glow

My body on swole

Had to level up but it didn't take me long

Lost a friends a few friends so there's pain in my songs

But I keep on yeah I maintain

How you keep it quiet when there's noise in your brain

How colder kept his cool man that shit is insane

Always on go so the grip got grain

Up all night I'm a zombie give me brain

Don't forget the details

Don't forget to call your mom and tell her that you mean well

Oh you been well

Are you drinking water

Don't forget to exhale

Let the stress go, baby we can set sail

Slipped off the road I got lost a few times

Now I'm back with a map, pinning places where I'm at

Oh they see me now asking how I get around

Baby I'm colder I'm new in town

Got Big Ster all in yo zip

Here for a check and then I dip

On the redeye back to my crib

Cus that's my rent I pay that shit

Yeah that's my shit

Yeah this my shit

Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit

Yeah that's my shit

Yeah this my shit

Looking in the mirror can't tell me shit