Lyrics
Oh yeah
Sam Adams
Tiësto
(I got that, I got that, uh)
I got that ketamine kush
I got that telling all trainwreck
Knew we knew, baby
Surprised you ain’t heard my name yet
Top of all these hoes
Flying through me since the plane left
Medicine and
Fighting to stop my brain stress
Next
Open for business
Killin' it on this music shit with no permission
Even though all these labels became our competition
I ain’t going out, no-oh, I ain’t going out
I just feel my electric appeal
It’s going out of control, oh oh It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away
I just feel my electric appeal
It’s going out of control, oh oh It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away
I’m stuck like a Visa
Louie brown leather
Kush smoke
Got me all high
Never felt better
I’m up in the booth from seven to eleven
Seven to eleven, seven to eleven
I feel so home when I’m on the road
Got a long way to go, go, go I thought I blow up slow
But that’s not how we roll, no, no, no That’s just not how we roll
Outside looking in Damn, it feels different
Then a couple weeks ago when I win few spots that I ain’t ever been
Inhale, breathe slow
Empty gym, free throw
Creative with C notes
While me and my team flow
I just feel
I just feel
I, I, I just feel
Feel, feel, feel
I just feel my electric appeal
It’s going out of control, oh oh It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away
I just feel my electric appeal
It’s going out of control, oh oh It’s so real when you feel, when you feel like you’re running away