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Hxppa - Constellations (feat. Jackwoods) Lyrics
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I've been going ape shit
I've been going ape shit
I'm in the stu'
I call up my boy and we gon' make shit
I've been going ape shit
Put Ms in the bank shit
Call up on my doctor
'Cause I need that medication
Miss me with that fake shit
Miss me with that drama
That you slip in conversations
I forget these names and faces
This smoke stains my mind
Like the shadow stains the pavement
But I'm f*cked up on her eyes
The type that dim the constellations
Miss me with that bae shit
Miss me with that drama
That you slip in conversation
I'm tryna get these commas
Swear to God that y'all be hatin'
If you real pussy boy send your location, yeah
In my car
In the console of my
Grab my card
7-11 ain't that far
I know it's dark
But I can't drive so play your part
Push button start
You on point just like a dart
Take this flick with me
So yeah, I know you're real
Take this pill with me
So you know how I feel
My mind's spinning like a wheel
Need to hold on
I'm trying to get to even keel
Pull up in that spaceship
Hotbox in the whip
Hit shift
Three swishers in rotation
I don't take Ls, I just take hits
Hit the function early
Kill the 30 in the basement
Smell them backwoods
Vision blurry
Gucci fragrance
Yeah, tell me not him
You feel boxed in
And that's not how you rockin'
You switch up often
Can't proceed with picking up the options
Take 44, I get on Watson
Tell my crew
We making moves like they deposits
Flashing red and blue
I'm in the stu'
Guap in my pockets
Like every cloud I blew
Painted my head new
Shades of conscious
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I've been going ape shit
I've been going ape shit
I'm in the stu'
I call up my boy and we gon' make shit
I've been going ape shit
Put Ms in the bank shit
Call up on my doctor
'Cause I need that medication
Miss me with that fake shit
Miss me with that drama
That you slip in conversations
I forget these names and faces
This smoke stains my mind
Like the shadow stains the pavement
But I'm f*cked up on her eyes
The type that dim the constellations
Miss me with that bae shit
Miss me with that drama
That you slip in conversation
I'm tryna get these commas
Swear to God that y'all be hatin'
If you real pussy boy send your location, yeah
In my car
In the console of my
Grab my card
7-11 ain't that far
I know it's dark
But I can't drive so play your part
Push button start
You on point just like a dart
Take this flick with me
So yeah, I know you're real
Take this pill with me
So you know how I feel
My mind's spinning like a wheel
Need to hold on
I'm trying to get to even keel
Pull up in that spaceship
Hotbox in the whip
Hit shift
Three swishers in rotation
I don't take Ls, I just take hits
Hit the function early
Kill the 30 in the basement
Smell them backwoods
Vision blurry
Gucci fragrance
Yeah, tell me not him
You feel boxed in
And that's not how you rockin'
You switch up often
Can't proceed with picking up the options
Take 44, I get on Watson
Tell my crew
We making moves like they deposits
Flashing red and blue
I'm in the stu'
Guap in my pockets
Like every cloud I blew
Painted my head new
Shades of conscious
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Writer: George Happa, Jake Culbertson
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