WANTED, DEAD OR ALIVE

Aye
 Aye aye aye aye aye
 Aye aye aye aye aye aye
 In the car, circle round the block
 Shootin' up, nothing else we got
 Liquor shop, nothing else that pop
 Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
 'Flippin the kick when I switch on ya
 In the car, circle round the block
 They shootin' up, nothing else they got
 "Whatcha up to man, what's your job?"
 Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
 'Flippin the kick when I switch on ya
 Yeah
 I want my own car in my favorite color
 I want my own house in my favorite color
 I want my outfits in my favorite color
 I want my boyfrie-
 Mh, fuck!
 I want my boyfriend in my favourite color
 Rainbow, that's right
 Don't want the rainbow to exclude any colors that I like
 Don't want the government to have a hand in my butterflies
 I want the balls to brush off everyone that thinks otherwise
 I want success to come and stay, fuck blowing up
 Every night
 Mafuckers only makin' fire 'cause they got darkness to hide
 I ain't Hephaestus but make fire with a pen when I write
 Ain't a professor but know you won't pass the test of time
 But truly we all don't and I know that's fine
 But before I go and before I die
 I want a brandnew fucking passport
 Brandnew fucking passport
 One that gets me to places for free where I ain't never been before
 That's what we all want and I know that's right
 That before I go and before I die
 I'm gonna get myself a passport
 Get myself a passport
 One that gets me to places for free where I ain't never been before
 I want a new oldie, ride to New Orleans
 That's the shit that I want
 A want a few trophies, write a few goldies
 That's the shit that I want
 I want a bag of G's, grab my family
 Cop a new crib with a view, palm trees
 Ain't no time for OD's, keep my mind at ease
 That's the shit that I want
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I wanna be dead, well I used to
 Wish that it was me that was hanging from a tree
 Used to wish that every sip would erase a bit of my past
 Used to wish that every night I went out would be my last
 And I wish that you were mine but I kinda wish you don't
 And I wish that you would call but I kinda wish you don't
 'Cause you had double D's but all I wanted was one
 But I am human and sometimes I just don't know what I want
 So how you expect me to know everything I want by twenty?
 Have my life panned out, a daily route to a job 'til I am sixty?
 While I'm still happy 'bout the fact that I made it past eighteen
 While many didn't and my proof is number twelve on "Blending"
 But I got a plan now, I got a hand on my steering wheel
 While many bow to demands and follow plans and their parents' will
 But if you don't decide the direction you take for yourself
 Somebody will decide for you and crash your dreams into wealth
 I want a new
 I want a new oldie, ride to New Orleans
 That's the shit that I want
 A want a few trophies, write a few goldies
 That's the shit that I want
 I want a bag of G's, grab my family
 Cop a new crib with a view, palm trees
 Ain't no time for OD's, keep my mind at ease
 That's the shit that I want
 When I hotbox I'm Elon, fly my car up to space
 When I hotbox I'm Elon, elevate through the haze
 Now it's light years ago, that I wanted to smoke
 Now I'm as clean as a starry night, no Whitney on coke
 They say "if you want something, speak it into existence"
 So now I am playin' god creating a future business
 So now I'm writing a wish verse to the universe
 That turned into a song 'bout all the shit that I want
 I want a new oldie, ride to New Orleans
 That's the shit that I want
 A want a few trophies, write a few goldies
 That's the shit that I want
 I want a bag of G's, grab my family (Yeah)
 Cop a new crib with a view, palm trees (Yeah)
 Ain't no time for OD's, keep my mind at ease (In the-)
 That's the shit that I want
 (In the car, car, car)
 In the car, circle round the block
 (Round the block)
 In the car, circle round the block
 (Round the block)
 In the car, circle round the block (Hey)
 Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
 Flippin' the kick when I switch on-
 In the car, circle round the block
 They shootin' up, nothing else they got
 "Whatcha up to man, what's your job?"
 Bump in the whip got a grip on ya
 Flippin' the kick when I switch on-