The Bag (feat. ToMarsAndBeyond)

I was born in a dark room

Give a fuck about you

Probably die alone

Thinking about out you

But I ain't got time to

Trying to get my own

Yea

I want the bag

It make me so sad

That I don't got it

I want it now

Dreaming bout that life

Cause I don't have it

Oh my

Oh no

See you hating on the low

Oh my

Oh no

See you hating on the low

Dreamin

Hollywood dreams

Ain't what it seems

They're made of these fairytale stories

Light the weed

As I sip the lean

A double fiend please keep it pouring

Suddenly

I had to change speed

Pedal to the metal is the way I had to floor it

Call on me

I might have what you need

Across the seven seas but paying up first is important

I want the bag

It make me so sad

That I don't got it

I want it now

Dreaming bout that life

Cause I don't have it

Oh my

Oh no

See you hating on the low

Oh my

Oh no

See you hating on the low

I'm reaching for the stars

Protected by the strap

I wanna be famous

Im gettin to the bag

I used to be the lamest

Nice things I never had

I lead my dreams

Life comes with one chance

I

I want the bag

It make me so sad

That I don't got it

I want it now

Dreaming bout that life

Cause I don't have it

Oh my

Oh no

See you hating on the low

Oh my

Oh no

See you hating on the low