[Intro: Millyz]
I be feeling like... Wake me up when all this shit over, for real
Ay Mic we could kill this motherfucker, man

[Verse 1: Millyz]
Uh
On the road to Suburbans
Independent rap money, you can't fold what I'm earnin' (Fllllrt)
Holdin' up my whole city, and my shoulders been hurtin'
I seen the perkies turn my homie into a whole different person (Disbelief)
Late night I'm in this foreign car, lonely and swervin'
Designer fashion in the laundry, list of hoes that I'm curvin' (Laundry)
Main bitch mad, I'm picking up the phone and she cursin' (Blurrt)
I can't express my feelings, she don't even know when I'm hurtin' (Damn)
Waitin' on this drink to kick in and I don't know if it's workin' (I don't)
Cuban chains all on my body, see my glow up in person (See my glow up)
We was duckin' from the people throwin' dope in excursions (On God)
My best friends lifers, they was really known for the purgin' (Who to smoke)
I'm tryna send someone to urgent before they make me a patient
With the stroller in a hospital hallway pacin'
Put it on my mama I was young, broad day, my shit balzin'
Shootin' at out-of-towners, one eye closed when I'm aiming, it's Blanco (Boom!)

[Chorus: Millyz]
My only mission was to stay alive, I'm tryna make a killin'
Them bitches left me, I was broke, I had to get up out of my feelings
I try to tell my youngins not to slide, but they too busy drillin'
And I been tryna ease my pain, I'm poppin' percs like penicillin
Can someone tell me when it's over, over?
Can someone tell me when it's over, over?
Somebody tell me when it's over, over
Somebody tell me when it's over, over, over
[Verse 2: Millyz]
Yeah (Blanco)
Backin' out that foreign, and it's a 'Rari truck (It's a 'Rari truck)
Police already know that thumper in the car with us (They already know)
From CMB, that make my shooters from Somali (Ain't no way)
And she don't do the perkies, but she quick to fuck the mollies up (Woo!)
I'm catchin' red eyes doin' flights into La Guardia (Flyin')
Speedin' on the Deegan, Dotta rollin' up exotic stuff (Dotta!)
Feds using lyrics just to try to make it hard for us (Tryna make it tough)
Free all my young thugs biddin', I know that God with us (Prayers up)
Quintuple the gross (Yeah)
Met her in Miami in the wraith, but we fucked in the ghost (Woo!)
Never got a title, she just who I fucked on the most (I fucked on the most)
I put this Mass' shit on my back and gave the whole state hope
I'm somewhere out the region with my demons, prolly california dreamin'
Got my youngins out the way so they don't body shit this weekend
I just popped one of them Unos, shit I'm obviously geekin' (What else?)
I brought Fivi' to my city, how you a op if we ain't beein, man?

[Chorus: Millyz]
My only mission was to stay alive, I'm tryna make a killin'
Them bitches left me, I was broke, I had to get up out of my feelings
I try to tell my youngins not to slide, but they too busy drillin'
And I been tryna ease my pain, I'm poppin' percs like penicillin
Can someone tell me when it's over, over?
Can someone tell me when it's over, over?
Somebody tell me when it's over, over
Somebody tell me when it's over, over, over