Swerving, who the fuck said that I'm good to drive?
Bumping through the lines like I'm on overdrive
Working through the night 'cause I want this for life
London to Milan, pouring up on the flight
Someone come around and make sure I'm alive
Fingers on my neck just to know I didn't die
Rolling, over-rolling 'til you can't see my eyes
Pouring, overflowing 'til I'm
On the low, shawty on the low, 'bout to hit the road
It's a go, coming for the throne, never going home
Around the globe, Santorini flow, summers on the coast
Hit the yacht, make another toast, bottles on the boat
Bring thе hoes, now they coming close, fucking all thе bros
This ain't luck, got my ego up, and I can't give a fuck
About the O's, I'm a fucking ghost, coming for their throats
Run on blow, 'til I lose control, 'til I lose control, 'til I'm
Swerving, who the fuck said that I'm good to drive?
Bumping through the lines like I'm on overdrive
Working through the night 'cause I want this for life
London to Milan, pouring up on the flight
Someone come around and make sure I'm alive
Fingers on my neck just to know I didn't die
Rolling, over-rolling 'til you can't see my eyes
Pouring, overflowing 'til I'm
Mm, 'til you can't see my eyes
Ooh, 'til I, 'til I, 'til I
'Til I, 'til I lose control
'Til I lose control, oh-oh-oh
Mm, swerving