WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE

In the car, circle round the block
Shootin' up, nothing else we got
Liquor shop, nothing else that pop
Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
Flippin' the kick when I switch on ya
In the car, circle round the block
They shootin' up, nothing else they got
«Whatchu up to man, what’s your job?»
Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
Flippin' the kick when I switch on ya
Yeah
I want my own car in my favorite color
I want my own house in my favorite color
I want my outfits in my favorite color
I want my boyfrie. mh. fuck!
I want my boyfriend in my favorite color, rainbow, that’s right
Don’t want the rainbow to exclude any colors that I like
Don’t want the government to have a hand in my butterflies
I want the balls to brush off everyone that thinks otherwise
I want success to come and stay, fuck blowin' up overnight
Mafuckas only makin' fire 'cause they got darkness to hide
I ain’t Hephaestus but make fire with a pen when I write
Ain’t a professor but know you won’t pass the test of time
But truly we all don’t and I know that’s fine
But before I go and before I die
I want a brand new fuckin' passport
Brand new fuckin' passport
One that get me to places for free where I ain’t never been before
That’s what we all want and I know that’s right
That before I go and before I die
I’m gonna get myself a passport
Get myself a passport
One that get me to places for free where I ain’t never been before
I want a new oldie, ride to New Orleans
That’s the shit that I want
I want a few trophies, write a few goldies
That’s the shit that I want
I want a bag of G’s, grab my family
Cop a new crib with a view, palm trees
Ain’t no time for OD’s, keep my mind at ease
That’s the shit that I want
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna be dead
Well, I used to wish that it was me that was hangin' from a tree
Used to wish that every sip would erase a bit of my past
Used to wish that every night I went out would be my last
And I wished that you were mine but I kinda wish you don’t
And I wished that you would call but I kinda wish you don’t
'Cause you had double D’s but all I wanted was one
But I am human and sometimes I just don’t know what I want
So, how you expect me to know everything I want by 20?
Have my life panned out, a daily route to a job till I am 60?
While I’m still happy 'bout the fact that I made it past 18
While many didn’t and my proof is number 12 on 'Blending'
But I got a plan now, I got a hand on my steering wheel
While many bow to demands and follow plans and their parents will
But if you don’t decide the direction you take for yourself
Somebody will decide for you and crash your dreams into wealth
I want a new-
I want a new oldie, ride to New Orleans
That’s the shit that I want
I want a few trophies, write a few goldies
That’s the shit that I want
I want a bag of G’s, grab my family
Cop a new crib with a view, palm trees
Ain’t no time for OD’s, keep my mind at ease
That’s the shit that I want
Yeah
When I hotbox I’m Elon, fly my car up to space
When I hotbox I’m Elon, elevate through the haze
Now it’s light years ago, that I wanted to smoke
Now I’m as clean as a starry night, no Whitney on coke
They say 'if you want something, speak it into existence
So now I am playin' god creating a future business
So now I’m writing a wish verse to the universe
That turned into a song 'bout all the shit that I want
I want a new oldie, ride to New Orleans
That’s the shit that I want
I want a few trophies, write a few goldies
That’s the shit that I want
I want a bag of G’s, grab my family
(Before I die I want a brand new fuckin' passport)
Cop a new crib with a view, palm trees
(Brand new fuckin' passport, brand new fuckin' passport)
Ain’t no time for OD’s, keep my mind at ease
(Before I die I want a brand new fuckin' passport)
That’s the shit that I want
(Brand new fuckin' passport, brand new fuckin' passport)
In the car, circle round the block
In the car, circle round the block
In the car, circle round the block
Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
Flippin' the kick when I switch on-
In the car, circle round the block
They shootin' up, nothing else they got
«Whatchu up to man, what’s your job?»
Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
Flippin' the kick when I switch on