[Intro: Steve Corona & Aaron Paul]

(heylog)

Sir, if you'd like to smoke, you need to be another twenty feet from the door

So roll me further, bitch

[Chorus]

Don't you ever talk about me, or you're gonna get yourself hurt

Wake up, and I'm winning, how does second feel when I'm first?

My life might be lame, but at least that I'm not lamer

I gotta get going, and I hope to see you never

[Post-Chorus]

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[Verse 1]

I'm getting closer and closer and closer and closer

And closer and closer and closer

And closer

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over

'Cause I'ma steer off if I keep losing composurе

[Bridge]

You're getting closer and closеr and closer and closer

And closer and closer and closer and close—

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's—

[Verse 2]

If you ever talk about me, boy, you're gonna get your ego hurt

How does second feel when I'm consistently just placing first?

Maybe you'll reflect from your mistakes, it's just how I have learned

We are not the same 'cause you are opposite of d—

I have fun, I don't need a beer

You talk and it goes out my ear

My hair smells like tobacco smoke

Puff cigars, the brand's Maduro

She's wasted while I'm cooking heat (Damn, son)

I-I-I can't talk, I'm making a beat

Can't text, I'm sweating down my chin

Pump iron bumping 2hollis

[Chorus]

Now don't you ever talk about me, or you're gonna get yourself hurt

Wake up, and I'm winning, how does second feel when I'm first?

My life might be lame, but at least that I'm not lamer

I gotta get going, and I hope to see you never

[Post-Chorus]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy