Crash

My hand is on the wheel babe I'm stepping on the gas
I’m also hitting that and I ain't driving too fast
I'm tryna see ya soon, I ain’t trying to crash
But you was on my mind baby if I do that

I'm puffing jet fuel and I just got a new pack
It came from the dispensary, you know its true thrax
And I don't have to tell you ever shorty you bad
Still I do sometimes you already knew that

As for you shorty you've been through a few cars
Never know when to just call a curve too hard
I ain't tryna bust tho and take it too far
Of course its hotter how you play it off like nascar

As soon you send the word then Im on the way
In the mood like we ain't waiting for another day
Can't be once a blue moon I need a time machine
Takе it back before they was too scarеd to rhyme with me

Now we just crash