CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : ​almost there original

f**kin’ in the backseat, everybody know what happening
But we both so high, yeah, we don’t even care
Blunt smoke in the air (Shh)
I’m almost there
Tell me what’s real
I dunno how to feel
f**kin’ in the backseat, everybody know what happening
But we both so high, yeah, we don’t even care
Blunt smoke in the air (Shh)
I’m almost there
Tell me what’s real
I dunno how to feel

Don’t call, I’m at Neimen’s right now (Yeah)
LV suitcase full of loud
They talk 'bout me, I don't hеar it (Yeah)
Keep a couple racks in my Maurice
I don’t wanna hеar a thing
I just need a brand new Range
I need that new Raf Simon's
She call my phone, I don't listen, uh huh
Took two puffs, I’m gone
Took too much, I’m lost
To the Moon, I’m gone
Tell me what happened, I was distracted
I didn’t see us fall apart
I don’t know if I can manage
Do you f**k with second chances?
I know, I know, it’s my fault