Crash - Ryan Oakes

Cutters

(Start a fire, they don’t wanna be the ashtray

Up in smoke when they see that you in last place

Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage

When you high all they wanna do is crash planes)

Coffee over ice with friends who weren’t nice

Making sure I never catch a stakeout when I roll the dice

I always try to keep the peace but everybody want a slice

I told you wouldn’t tell you soul but homie you should name your price

Then they tell me I’m so deranged, while I just try to blossom

They all said I changed, since the fall like a model

No bullshit why you causing a problem

You love to complain

I wish your parents would’ve used a condom

But it ain’t my business

Got hoes surrounding me, they see I’m gifted like it’s Christmas

It’s cloudy, LA girls disturbed but I’m down with the sickness

They always on their knees and tweeting shit about religion

That’s that shit I’ve never been with (Nah)

Couple bitches calling begging me to take my last name

Coming quicker ever minute since the cash came

Kissing up to me you leave me with a bad taste

They just wanna fuck you over in the fast lane

Start a fire, they don’t wanna be the ashtray

Up in smoke when they see that you in last place

Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage

When you high all they wanna do is crash planes

Whiskey on the rocks so people want it scotch

Putting on a mask because they think my shit is gonna pop

These labels making promises I guaranteed they’ll wanna drop

Sipping on some top shelf, tryna shelf me so my shit’ll flop

Or maybe it’s a paranoia, shit every time I find an antidote

I swear it poison

Maybe I’ll like myself if I can shut out all the voices

Saying irrelevant shit that I do is so annoying

Now my blood is always boiling

It’s ironic, I got cold feet, can’t get a break with all this drive

You gotta pay the toll fees, I swear I’m burning

Even in the low heat

When I was broke I did the opposite of what they told me

Now Margaret help me

Couple bitches calling begging me to take my last name

Coming quicker ever minute since the cash came

Kissing up to me you leave me with a bad taste

They just wanna fuck you over in the fast lane

Start a fire, they don’t wanna be the ashtray

Up in smoke when they see that you in last place

Hating on a low but wanna see the backstage

When you high all they wanna do is crash planes