French The Kid - Tijuana

Smoking on that purple Tijuana (Smoke, smoke)
Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake (my mistake, my mistake)
I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama (Drama, drama)
Keep that mic' between my palm like namaste (Namaste)
I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer (Smell the summer)
Things are never ever really what they say (What they say, what they say)
I met the devil in my dreams, he done a runner
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away (Fly away, fly away)
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and I escape

[Verse 1]
Let mе escape
I'm in the club and I'm fading away
I got a stunnеr, she want me to stay
I don't know if they knew, but they couldn't relate
Yo, I never the same
Things in my head, it won't let me explain
Roll up a, roll up a plane
For all of my hitters that's stuck in the cage
Free up the gang, free up the squad
Living a party, I live it a lot
Smoke and Bacardi, I pivot the spot
My girl was a baddie, your girl was a—
Smoking a box, smoking a lot
Fuck it, this isn't a regular job
I couldn't ever get rid of my—
I couldn't ever get rid of my mob


[Chorus]
Smoking on that purple Tijuana (Smoke, smoke)
Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake (My mistake, my mistake)
I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama (Drama, drama)
Keep that mic' between my palm like namaste (Namaste)
I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer (Smell the summer)
Things are never ever really what they say (What they say, what they say)
I met the devil in my dreams, he done a runner
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away (Fly away, fly away)
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and I escape

[Verse 2]
Look, similar face
Fuck it, I'll never see nothing the same
Table à Paris, I'm still on the plane
Told her when she want it, she getting the same
Told 'em when they want it, I never delay
Sat on the train, out of my face, what can I say?
Tryna find another way, another level-up
Filling up a double cup, steppers to the left, you can come with us
I ain't tryna hit the club, took her to the Shard, now the girl in love
Several ballies in the truck, looking for the car, picking up the gloves
Really aiming for above, praying to the Lord, is it all enough?

[Chorus]
Smoking on that purple Tijuana (Smoke, smoke)
Yeah, I'm antisocial, my mistake (My mistake, my mistake)
I hear the crowd, I see the lights, I feel the drama (Drama, drama)
Keep that mic' between my palm like namaste (Namaste)
I'm at this crop, inhaling trees, I smell the summer (Smell the summer)
Things are never ever really what they say (What they say, what they say)
I met the devil in my dreams, he done a runner
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and fly away (Fly away, fly away)
You pop a sleeping pill, I smoke and I escape