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Tears & Toyotas my fuel running lower
I better get in where I fit in
Tell me get in where you fit in
Fears keep on growing now that I’m sober
I better get in where I fit in
Tell me get in where you fit in
We don’t talk anymore not that we’re meant to
Wrote this song just because I felt a memento
Nostalgic from pen flows mansions that ghetto
Living in the 30 50 sh I was dead broke
Young spitter trying to make some sense
Barely had enough for the rent
Never ever felt content eyes always burning red
Not off the weed smoke cos I’m a mother fucking hustle
From a long blood line of hard workers no suckers
Days getting shorter the nights getting darker
The lights in the rearview remind me of you
Tears & Toyotas my fuel running lower
I better get in where I fit in
Tell me get in where you fit in
Fears keep on growing now that I’m sober
I better get in where I fit in
Tell me get in where you fit in
You remember slangin’ a quarter bag just for some juice
You remember on our rider we ordered grey goose
We were flexing like we made it yeah
We almost made it damn
Anytime could be the last time finale
So I treat the beat like it owes me some money
Where my heart on my sleeve fuck it
Where my heart on my face
Everything I say is real I won’t try and save face
The world’s getting smaller my dreams keep on changing
The lights on the highway remind me of you
Tears & Toyotas my fuel running lower
I better get in where I fit in
Tell me get in where you fit in
Fears keep on growing now that I’m sober
I better get in where I fit in
Tell me get in where you fit in
