CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Drivin' with a buzz, I'm gonna reck this
I can't bring nobody to my mom's crib
She don't want me bringin' through the misfits
Twenty years, we've been on the same sh*t
Skippin' over cracks in the pavement
All my favorite sh*t went out of business
So we're bowl-rowlling lookin' for a quick fix
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Got-got-got-got-got-got-got-got—
We all gonna die, yo
We all gonna die, yo
Him and you and I know
So why don't we get high though? Yeah
I started early, please catch up (Yeah, please catch)
Hasta la vista, man, I'm higher than a jeston
Pull up, get the cash and then I exit
You ain't talkin' money, you could miss me like my exes
Little holidays and the drunk text messages
Please know I have stopped givin' a f**k like I was Hell of it
Please no teeth, did your momma teach you etiqutte?
Please drink some water, hard, it's not gettin', it's delicate
Ayy, twenty-four hours and it's still not enough
I play too much, I get that paper, then ball it up
Why you ex'd up like you can't move on?
She back home, got a n***a, yeah, he gone
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless (Reckless)
Pop-pop-poppin' pills early in the mornin' (Slime)
And I'm on it, ooh, baby girl, she on me (Ooh yeah)
Oh, she want it, oh, I stick it in her mind, a warnin'
Okay, gettin' the money, money is my habit
I got the money, money got the shooters
I got the Glock and I don't do the Ruger
Spendin' my money, I send it, make shooter
Baptize a n***a, tell 'em, "Hallelujah"
And I just bless my shooters
Okay, step on these n***as, these n***as ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
I turn these n***as to some b*t*hes
Yeah, gang, gang, gang, she ain't with it
4L gang, that business, yeah
Money always over b*t*hes
Money gon' make a b*t*h c*m
And I'm a witness to that
Money gon' make a b*t*h dumb (Money gon' make a b*t*h dumb)
Money gon' make a b*t*h dumb
I just found my car by the decline (Reckless)
Steal a couple snacks in the meantime (Reckless)
The plug send me good, I'ma beeline
Took the red to the orange to the green line
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
Drivin' with a buzz, I'm gonna reck this
I can't bring nobody to my mom's crib
She don't want me bringin' through the misfits
Twenty years, we've been on the same sh*t
Skippin' over cracks in the pavement
All my favorite sh*t went out of business
So we're bowl-rowlling lookin' for a quick fix
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Got-got-got-got-got-got-got-got—
We all gonna die, yo
We all gonna die, yo
Him and you and I know
So why don't we get high though? Yeah
I started early, please catch up (Yeah, please catch)
Hasta la vista, man, I'm higher than a jeston
Pull up, get the cash and then I exit
You ain't talkin' money, you could miss me like my exes
Little holidays and the drunk text messages
Please know I have stopped givin' a f**k like I was Hell of it
Please no teeth, did your momma teach you etiqutte?
Please drink some water, hard, it's not gettin', it's delicate
Ayy, twenty-four hours and it's still not enough
I play too much, I get that paper, then ball it up
Why you ex'd up like you can't move on?
She back home, got a n***a, yeah, he gone
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless (Reckless)
Pop-pop-poppin' pills early in the mornin' (Slime)
And I'm on it, ooh, baby girl, she on me (Ooh yeah)
Oh, she want it, oh, I stick it in her mind, a warnin'
Okay, gettin' the money, money is my habit
I got the money, money got the shooters
I got the Glock and I don't do the Ruger
Spendin' my money, I send it, make shooter
Baptize a n***a, tell 'em, "Hallelujah"
And I just bless my shooters
Okay, step on these n***as, these n***as ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
I turn these n***as to some b*t*hes
Yeah, gang, gang, gang, she ain't with it
4L gang, that business, yeah
Money always over b*t*hes
Money gon' make a b*t*h c*m
And I'm a witness to that
Money gon' make a b*t*h dumb (Money gon' make a b*t*h dumb)
Money gon' make a b*t*h dumb
I just found my car by the decline (Reckless)
Steal a couple snacks in the meantime (Reckless)
The plug send me good, I'ma beeline
Took the red to the orange to the green line
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless (Reckless)
Day drinkin' got me feelin' reckless-reckless
