Wayside lyrics by Polo G feat. Scorey
Chorus: Polo G
I feel like I can’t cry, fallin by the wayside
They just go ‘bout they prude, livin’ like they can’t die
In the filed, tryna get back home, this ain’t no baseline
Why I keep pickin’ up my phone like I ain’t tired?
We fell in love with where we from, we throw up gang signs
Mix some Percocets with runts, untill his brain’s fried
Never sober for once, this how their pain hide
It’s like you either gettin’ money, or you ain’t tryin’
Verse 1: Polo G
Demons talking ti me, do you want them dead, Capalot?
Don’t play ball with rookies, don’t you know the Feds tryna watch?
Use my thoughts to push me, I’m just thinking here how I’d plot
Before the cops just book me, I’ma stack this bread by tonight
Yes, I’m heartbroken, not I never said I was not
When she told me she loved me, weren’t prepared, I was shocked
Gotta prove it to me, it’s some snakes who said that a lot
Now give me that pussy, now you love my bed, how we rock
So tell the truth, think you’re the reason why I focus better
And I still can’t believe it that we still go together
Say, „I love you”, I mean it, this somehtin’ I want forever
Got caught for posting with them demons, where I tote burrettas
Chorus: Polo G
I feel like I can’t cry, fallin by the wayside
They just go ‘bout they prude, livin’ like they can’t die
In the filed, tryna get back home, this ain’t no baseline
Why I keep pickin’ up my phone like I ain’t tired?
We fell in love with where we from, we throw up gang signs
Mix some Percocets with runts, untill his brain’s fried
Never sober for once, this how their pain hide
It’s like you either gettin’ money, or you ain’t tryin’
Verse 2: Scorey
Chorus: Polo G
I feel like I can’t cry, fallin by the wayside
They just go ‘bout they prude, livin’ like they can’t die
In the filed, tryna get back home, this ain’t no baseline
Why I keep pickin’ up my phone like I ain’t tired?
We fell in love with where we from, we throw up gang signs
Mix some Percocets with runts, untill his brain’s fried
Never sober for once, this how their pain hide
It’s like you either gettin’ money, or you ain’t tryin’
