See the Day - Hippie Sabotage

All I care about is my gang and my city

We the committee

Flier than seagulls over the ocean

I know you feel me

Fake niggas around me

That’s why I’m always on 50

Bitches tryna trap me

Dammit these hoes are trippy

Doing 60 in a 55, 65 imported

Candy paint on the Chevy

Engine heavy, ride is gorgeous

Riding round in my city

Minute maid in my Henny

Trunk holding the semi

Dufflebag imported from Fendi

Never thought I’d see the day

We would part our separate ways

All the memories of us

When I think I just see haze

Things happen for a reason

Guess we weren’t meant to be

I can’t help but think

That baby you hold a part of me

Was my heart

Now it’s money, sex and drugs

Till I die

Still apologize, for the nights

I dampened your eyes

Never thought that I would hurt you

Never thought I be this violent

Right all I need is some peace

Along with a little silence