WheelJin - Taxi

Last week, really was a fast week
Livin' life so fast like I was in a track meet
When she matched me, met her in the backseat
Pulled up to her crib, but im not in a taxi
I'm not tellin' lies, why they actin' so surprised
I'm the coolest guy in my city, realize
Not afraid to be myself, I'm not in disguise
Everybody gettin' money, we just gettin' by
When she come over, she ride it like Enterprise
On top of me, that's her favorite exercise
Runnin' out of time, every day is do or die
They just follow me, just so they can scrutinize
I put out a song and I be feelin' antsy
Tryna heal up your pain, I feel like Chansey
WheelJin yeah, they can't understand me
As far as I'm concerned, I never had a family
You don't really care, you just actin' friendly
They marvel at my stories, feel like Stanley
Just because you own a gun don't make you manly
Just because you wear a suit don't mean you fancy
When I come around, all these bitches handsy
This was plan A, she moved on to plan B
I was in the clouds, why these niggas talkin' loud
What they talkin' bout? Can't get out this fuckin' crowd
Yeah, I highly doubt, they just like to run they mouths
Yeah, I'm headin' out, I don't need no runarounds
I'm a Florida boy, yeah, I'm from the fuckin' South
She hopped in the whip like, where we goin' now
Where we goin' now? I'm whippin' the Camry
She got hella cheeks, so I call her Sandy
I'm in savage mode, so she call me Randy
Yeah, I been this fly, don't know where I'm landing
In my room, yeah, I've been all alone
Too distracted, I've been in my phone
Like a hundred tabs when I open Chrome
24, and I'm still not on my own
Still a kid, but I'm just overgrown
I got plenty cash, I don't need a loan
If it were up to me, I'd never leave my home
Expectations, cloggin' up my dome
Yeah
Last week, really was a fast week
Livin' life so fast like I was in a track meet
When she matched me, met her in the backseat
Pulled up to her crib, but im not in a taxi
Yeah
Last week, really was a fast week
Livin' life so fast like I was in a track meet
When she matched me, met her in the backseat
Pulled up to her crib
But im not in a Taxi

Written by:
Wiljun Kirkland

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