BLASTED ft. David Tha Sensei & WhatAcuteliar Lyrics

We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

Big black truck I'm dreaming

I got a couple of stars, a couple of phones

A couple, a couple of everything

Really don't know

Standard hoes don't get a pass

Love em selected to say in advance

You got a plan to make it this big

I need to hear it I must admit

The false realities we submit

Can never compare to loving a friend

And loving your woman is sorta like loving the moment

The minute she passes

Time is dancing

Countless fiends is out and prancing,

Woman dancing

Shake that ass

I got a whole lotta cash, I'm willing to blow a bag

I might regret, Yes I will

The pain I seek is not in thrill

Want the fame, Want my shawty

If one must go, I'm sorry Mami

Deuces baby, you know what it is

Need I remind you, God is behind you

You or music? Choose my passion

Stop ya crying, ya over dramatic

We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

I'm never switching my pivot

My head on a swivel to keep up my image

These bitches are evil, got nothing to give em

I can't find the one til i'm one in a million

My mind is too focused on music and bidness

I write what I see but I won't be a witness

I'm talking to God like can I get a witness?

He tell me to pick up my pace like a shipment

Leave rappers as white in the face as my pigment

I'm on the scale like a waiter I tip it

Shows, features, mixtapes I did it

Every game count, we ain't playing a scrimmage

Won't quit on my team, I ain't fucking Ben Simmons

I put myself in the game like its player select

Like I'm on the sideline I know that I got next

Something they should treasure, say that with my chest

Something they should treasure

Only nineteen and I'm just getting better

Goin for dreams, the grind over pleasure

And I gotta mind that was built for the pressure

And I gotta team that will not let me up

I've been on the scene, treat you like an extra

Cause I've been a fiend for the bread and the cheddar

So ima scheme until they say I'm next up

We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

My vision so clouded so here comes the rain

Your man he folded, he got rearranged

Fuck is you calling? Got nothing to say

Bitch I'm so faded I can't feel my brain

That's how it goes when ya heart full of pain

Bitches go ghost, all these bitches be fake

That bitch wanna leave so I give her a rake

All of the memories I had of you

Bitch I just smoked em away

Everytime that I'm depressed

I just sit by myself and I go M.i.a

All of these drugs that I'm taking, Uh

They really got my heart racing, Uh

How come the prettiest ones in the room

Always be evil like satan, yeah

The prettiest ones in the room

Always be evil like satan

Baby you need to sit down

Cause I can just tell that you wasted

Slurring your speech, Talkin to me

And I do not know what you sayin

Getting all angry, for no reason

Baby i'm way too faded, Yeah

We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid

(We getting blasted, we up in the stars

She sings my car when she's up in the car

I'm with the guys, you know we going far

I'm with my girl, you know we going hard

I fall apart at the end of the day

Too much on my heart and it won't go away

We needed space, I don't know what to say

I still make a song cause I need to get paid)