actin' up - Yesterday, Barrén

Dropping singles like I’m single

Shawty so fine, I’m tryna come thru and mingle

Couple years I might be rich

Couple years might snag yo bitch

Couple years I’m off this shit

Couple beers I’m off the 5th

Smoke a cig to numb my throat

Don’t give a fuck if I’m about to perform

No one showed, just me 'n my bros

Some came close to falling thru

New York streets at 2 am

Acting quite a fool with my main men

No one knew we were coming but we went right in

Trenton pulled up at 4 am

The sun was rising when I fell asleep

Drank every single fucking night that week

Drug use was at another peak

The room still spinning, can’t see my feet

Passed out every night that week

Slept up on the couch every night that week

Got more fucked up than I should speak

I’m actin quite a fool

Let a couple bad bitches into my thoughts

Quite a way to kill the mood

I ain’t mad at you, I’ll call you in a minute

My love starts to diminish

Don’t talk just let me finish

Boston, Brooklyn, Trent and Philly

Prelude to the beginning

We ain’t even get our feet wet

Just the tip she got me freakin'

Talking to these women reminds me why I didn’t

Yeah, fucked up

I’ma swerve into the curb, pass the bowl

Yeah you heard that the boys

Actin' up for the weekend

These bitches got me pressed

When I’m off that shit

Hit me up I’m in your city but it’s just for the night

Baby come and take a step into my life

Let me have you for a ride, let me show you how i die

Mask the pain with some liquor over ice

No don’t look me in my eyes

You don’t wanna pay the price

And the whip smells of gasoline

Not the legal kind, we blowin' hella tree

We retreat inside when the sun arrives

And it’s another night of getting right and ready

To hit the fuckin' road again

Shouts out to my family

Some may see them more as friends

But really, I would do it all again

They kept me a buck fitty

Even when my heart was broken

Even when my heart was broken

I’m actin quite a fool

Let a couple bad bitches into my thoughts

Quite a way to kill the mood

I ain’t mad at you, I’ll call you in a minute

My love starts to diminish

Don’t talk just let me finish

Boston, Brooklyn, Trent and Philly

Prelude to the beginning

We ain’t even get our feet wet

Just the tip she got me freakin'

Talking to these women reminds me why I didn’t

Yo man, it’s like 3 in the afternoon.

What the fuck are you doing man?

Wake the fuck up.

I got this wood roll man, I’m tryna act the fuck up,

you feel me?

Yeah

Yo, sorry I mussed your call.

Haven’t really been feeling myself lately, but um,

you know fuck it.

I got some bud, and another wood roll too.

So we should

probably get to this fucking act up.

You know what I’m sayin'?