Colt

All I know is how to live in the moment Take away the pain I mix up a potion You don't know what you don't know Wish her well then I let her go Made a scene at the Fendi store Mind deep like ocean And she just run on emotion Believe in all the wrong notions Tired and stuck in the motions (in the motions) Stuck on being stuck Out of luck stuck up in a rut Mama look I ran the money up Lightning like zeus I'm in the cut No runner up always come in first yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Mama look I ran the money up No cap, No runner up Always come in first All my feelings in a double cup Lavish vices be the curse Colt for the demons, put em in a hearse Don't need no reason, in my lane won't make a turn Mama look I ran the money up Chasin' peace and VVS's on my neck Fake love in fast cars to make up for the hurt Back together with the exes in my texts Bad decisions in my head still got me Feelin' like I'm next Fam before the bag but we gon' spend it make it last Don't worry about it make it right back Know I only chase a check Only paisa power sex Got a Goddess in my bed Craving higher states instead Stuck on being stuck Out of luck stuck up in a rut Mama look I ran the money up Lightning like zeus I'm in the cut No runner up always come in first yeah Yeah yeah yeah Mama look I ran the money up No cap, no runner up always come in first All my feelings in a double cup Lavish vices be the curse Colt for the demons, put em in a hearse Don't need no reason, in my lane won't make a turn Mama look I ran the money up No it's not about the bags Bout how you make it last Ain't no CC paid in cash Iced out noose up on my neck Slave to the lust the way she throwin' it back Pills and being bougie, that's her fix for a laugh Feel the wind when I be cruising with my foot on the gas Getting nowhere fast Feel like I'm stuck on being stuck Out of luck stuck up in a rut Mama look I ran the money up Lightning like zeus I'm in the cut No runner up always come in first yeah Yeah yeah yeah Mama look I ran the money up No cap, no runner up always come in first All my feelings in a double cup Lavish vices be the curse Colt for the demons, put em in a hearse Don't need no reason, in my lane won't make a turn Mama look I ran the money up