Luclover - HOSTAGE lyrics

Yeah, oh oh oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh yeah

Went to California for a week and flew back
Top calling, pop bottles, we did that
Top models, got dollars, you need that
You said that I won't believe in us
Coping with the wock
This ain't no liqour in my cup
I'm a Capricorn
I worked this shit up from the mud
Too must pain and anxiety
I think it's a must i gotta stay high
Keep this smoke inside of my lungs
This bitch stay on my mind
Got me coping with all these drugs
Toxic, "I hate you a lot", that type of love
Stop it, you told me you love me, you a dub
Hostage, she done took my heart
She on the run

She rip my heart into pieces
Like it's a KitKat
2019, lookin' back like why you did that
2020, went Bentyaga had to mismatch
Was in my stussys and now
I love to flip racks
And I ain't talkin' stupid shit
I'm talkin' shippin' packs
Wasn't a lot, for hours
Tryna' perfect the craft
They used to laugh, like I said
I got the other half
Now I drive racks and these bitch
Want in the fuckin' wraith
Tip-toeing, keep goin', I drop racks on you
Had Rick Owens and she know that I notice
And she moved it wit' me as always

I'm blind to walk in that hallway
Bumpin' into thots I fucked, I might- oh wait
(Oh)
Pumpin' out the gas, I swerve on that e-way
All these bitches bad
Don't give em' no leeway lifes still okay
Spark another wood, take another to the face
The man knew I was sad
That's when it started to rain
I know my bitch bad
She keep fuckin' up my brain
Drunk drivin' in that foriegn
I can't stay inside my lane

Went to California for a week and flew back
Top calling, pop bottles, I need that
Top models, got dollars, you need that
You said that I won't believe in us
Coping with the wock
This ain't no liqour in my cup
I'm a Capricorn
I whip this shit up from the mud
Too must pain and anxiety
I think it's a must i gotta stay high
Keep this smoke inside of my lungs
This bitch stay on my mind
Got me coping with all these drugs
Toxic, "I hate you a lot", that type of love
Stop it, you told me you love me, you a dub
Hostage, she done took my heart
She on the run

She rip my heart into pieces
Like it's a KitKat
2019, lookin' back like why you did that
2020, went Bentyaga had to mix match
Was in my stussys and now
I love to flip racks
And I ain't talkin' stupid shit
I'm talkin' shippin' packs
Wasn't a lot, for hours
Tryna' perfect the craft
They used to laugh, like I said
I got the other half
Now I drive racks and these bitch
Want in the fuckin' wraith
Tip-toeing, keep goin', I drop racks on you
Had Rick Owens and she know that I notice
And she moved it wit' me as always