Lyrics : Pres/Navraj Goraya
Music : Pres/Navraj Goraya
I woke up sick (Sick)
I'm on the way to Rexdale
I don't remember what I need (Whoa)
Nobody knows what it feels like (Whoa)
I'm losing faith in me
I gotta keep moving forward
But something's stopping me
Way too much debt on my shoulder
I gotta get it off of me
Whoa
I gotta get it off of me (Whoa)
Whoa
I gotta get it off of me (Whoa)
Wanna stab me in my back? I'm all for it
Me and Frosty ain't spinnin' back, we droppin' cash on 'em
Bro got 'em with that stick and now he passin'
I'm geeked, I took a big breath and now I'm passed out
When I get back on my feet, I'm getting gassed out
Wanna stab me in my back? I'm all for it
Wanna stab me in my back? I'm all for it
I woke up sick (Sick)
I'm on the way to Rexdale
I don't remember what I need (Whoa)
Nobody knows what it feels like (Whoa)
I'm losing faith in me
I gotta keep moving forward
But something's stopping me
Way too much debt on my shoulder
I gotta get it off of me
I gotta get it off of me
I gotta get it off of me
On my way, on my way
On my way to Rexdale
On my way, on my way
On my way
I'm sliding on Kipling
In a black truck, I'm gripping my stick
I'm sliding on Kipling
I'm sliding on Kip—
Since 2016, my friends switching up, I'm keeping my distance
Gold on my ends, I keep a FN, it's wild on the website
They touch one of mine, I'll paint the town red, I'll make sure they all die
On my way, on my way
On my way to Rexdale
On my way, on my way
On my way