Cheap Liquor

(альбом: Tayla Made - 2017)

Sell me cheap liquor
I had a rough night
Adios nigga
'Bout to miss my flight
Swear I used to remember
When you were the epicenter
Fizzled out like my temper
And now I'm taking off
Taking all these pictures
I know you're creeping
I've got no conscience
I don't believe in coach
You need to do the most
No peanuts on my aisle
I'm finna go buck wild

'Cause I just can't believe that
I used to be so afraid to leave home
So uncomfortable
Now theres no need to replace, physical
You need to know
That now I catch flights
And no feelings

40,000 feet up
Kinda scared of heights though
Kicking it like Fifa
Sitting by the window
Yeah I'm clocking the mileage
On a no fuck boi diet
Might as well be the pilot
The way I'm taking off
Are we almost there yet
I'm getting antsy
You so so childish
I'm so so petty
That's a match made in hell
Straight sentencing no bail
Usually I pick em well

That's why I can't believe that
I've never been that afraid to be alone
That's when I'm comfortable
Now there's no need to replace, physical
Cause now I know
I'd rather catch flights
And no feelings