Yeah
I can't hold my head up no I really can't
Got my head spinning like a ceiling fan
Rush hour life pour it up do it slowly
Press! Start! Go!
That's the reason they can't hold me
I can't hold my head up no I really can't
Got my head spinning like a ceiling fan
Rush hour life pour it up do it slowly
Press! Start! Go!
That's the reason they can't hold me
I'm feeling kind of dirty
Eyes low, tired, momma worried
I been staying up my vision's kind of blurry
I could pop the perky
But then I'd have a tummy that is hurting
I ain't fucking with it I think that I'm learning
I just put the shit down but just picked up some other shit
Nigga I'm in love with it
What a lovely drug it is
Making me a stubborn kid
Walking with a smile ain't have no choice but to rebuttal it
Escaping from a dark past no chance that I'd be stuck with it
Take a couple of them so I feel like no one over me
I done had a couple of them bitches take control of me
Eyedrops never working so I'm hoping no one notice me
I'm fucking all my chances up just waiting for an opening
I'm fucking up my life and always thought it was my past self
But to be honest I don't ever think I really had help
Just making choices hoping I'll do better than my dad
But I'm just going to do my shit and then rock out until I crash
I can't hold my head up no I really can't
Got my head spinning like a ceiling fan
Rush hour life pour it up do it slowly
Press! Start! Go!
That's the reason they can't hold me
I can't hold my head up no I really can't
Got my head spinning like a ceiling fan
Rush hour life pour it up do it slowly
Press! Start! Go!
That's the reason they can't hold me