Uh
In the middle of the night
My subconscious filling pages
I'm running outta space
Running outta patience
Gonna suffocate, aye

And there's no room left for me (no room left for)
And there's no room left for me (no room left for)
And there's no room left for me
And there's no room left for me (no room)
I'm alone too, helplessly (lone too, helplessly)
I'm alone too, helplessly (lone too, lone too helplessly)
I'm alone too, helplessly
I'm alone too, helplessly

Right back to square one (square one)
Still nowhere to run
What's my destiny?
'Cause all these gray clouds won't leave
I want to be free
Gimme a second lemme think
I can get what I want, going hardcore
But I could still get me a lot more
What the fuck do I stop for?
Can I get an encore?
(One, two)

Fire
Gassed up, I'm coming right out the lighter
It's coming down to the wire
Cut the right one
Or the family will visit you in all black attire
And I'll still be higher
Considering angels for hire
They tell me 'bout all they do that I inspire
I'm driving off 'till I blow out a tire
And I expire
Living too fast for a speed limit
I recall being broke making three digits
I was deep in it, dependant
They would open they pockets, have me in it
And I ain't tryna relive it (no)
I guess I only reminisce when I lose
Myself or my way out this hell, huh
Open my eyes, now I see, time to prove
Myself, make my name ring at least a bell, huh

Well, huh
I'm on fire
Looking at all the wins I acquired
Took your bitch, and made her hit a couple high notes
Now she part of the motherfuckin' choir
Fire
Gassed up, I'm coming right out the lighter
It's coming down to the wire
Cut the right one
Or the family will visit you in all black attire
And I'll still be higher
Considering angels for hire
They tell me 'bout all they do that I inspire
I'm driving off 'till I blow out a tire
And I expire
Living too fast for a speed limit
(Aye, woah, livin' too)
'Till I blow out a tire
And I expire
'Cause I'm living too fast for a speed limit
(And there's no room left for me
No room left for me
No room left for me
No room left for me
Woah, oh, oh
Speed limit)

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Tristan Raveneau