Routes Lyrics – Big Illinois

Me and my baby mama at Routes, working
Maserati trucking thru trauma, f#cking and house searching
I’d like a Porsche
But the gratitude is greater

I’m still barred up
And homies barred up-state
And I got demons and ghosts
I can’t escape myself

Rate my self
The Top Ten
And then hate on myself
Play myself

I say cheese
And then I tape myself
Blow my own brains with green before I hang myself
Save myself

I swipe right on me, then I date myself
Love my own
Evеn when they cap, and try to play my help
…Lovе is an ocean, and I must save myself

Love is an ocean, and I must save my-self
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Big Illinois Lyrics – Routes

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