hands on the wheel
adams, sammy
feelin' lit feelin' like 2 am summer night
confident as a motherfucker but never gassed
i'm still two credits from my degree
rather score points and just put up for my seat
about my motherfuckin' drink
you a slumber i'm wide awake like katty perry blowin' me
there's a bed flyin' overseas
feelin' lit feelin' like 2 am summer night
ice in my wallet like j brands
sigin tits soon as the plane lands
can't forget about my hommies in the bean
yeah they livin' out they dreams like inception
so your bitch is a 10 but she's just a 9 and hit 'er
hit me up cuz i'm verified
told 'er that we're rolling deep and friends wit 'er
told 'er i'm the same dude
one's company and two's a crowd
three's a party so we shut shit down
lookin' for the club house
we've got a fattie over couple pounds
getting in the gauge like war huh
she square it up but we tear it up
i ain't never gonna fall off
feelin' lit feelin' like 2 am summer night