"the night i got arrested" lyrics
Feels like the further it goes
I can't remember a lot
But damn we'd argue a lot
And you never gave me my props
So then I'm looking for pops
In empty pills of progrnossion
Was sipping more than the soda
And flipping bags down from Florida
You never know when you knowing
But damn you know you don't
I had this feeling coming up when I was down and alone
Tripping on some acid called up bro from third of my phones
I said the cops are here to take me hide the keys and lets go
He scream you bugging where you at
I'm at crib
Oh, where they at
They at the crib
Oh, where the bags
They in the back
They in the back
I'm running fast
I grab the bags
I run outside
But then its black
But where they at
I dreamed of that
I'm tripping bad
I'm tripping bad
I don't know what happened
I went outside I thought the cops
But they weren't even there
I don't know what was in those
Tabs you gave me I'm tripping fr
I might be crazy or was that
A sign or something
Cause the next day when I got up got a text now from a friend
Said to pull up
He need 4 said for 10 and that was straight
The shit was gas back in the day
I'm getting shipments to the a
Back to the story no more breaks
I left at 3 got there at 4
East of Georgia kinda close
To where the 40s bang but little south of 404
I waited for an hour more
Copped some food smoked like one or two he didn't pull up
But it's cool
I'll never start a war
My deepest rivals get
Forgiveness only god can judge a man
I pulled out quick then
Saw the lights damn looking back I wish I ran
Started bugging asking question
Did I swearve like what's the sped
A couple pigges on a feast you wont
Believe the shit I've seen
When
I get over they get closer stopped the car I'm at the end
I can't pretend I wasn't thinking bout the shit from when I tripped
Should've saw it as a
Sign now it's too late
Of course they knew about
The drugs they were behind the fucking play
Like Phillip was in prison
Prolly pissed he got some time
Decide to snitch did he
Forget that all we have if fucking time
So they finally get me out and the they ask me for the drugs
They grab the bag
I say which ones
They smelt the gass
They lock the cuffs
Its in the bag
I'm giving up
I start to break
Heart is in it's lowest place
Hands begin to shake
Vision blurry as I bow so I can pray
Lord forgive me for my sins
Forgive me for mistakes
I can't remember a lot
But damn we'd argue a lot
And you never gave me my props
So then I'm looking for pops
In empty pills of progrnossion
Was sipping more than the soda
And flipping bags down from Florida
You never know when you knowing
But damn you know you don't
I had this feeling coming up when I was down and alone
Tripping on some acid called up bro from third of my phones
I said the cops are here to take me hide the keys and lets go
He scream you bugging where you at
I'm at crib
Oh, where they at
They at the crib
Oh, where the bags
They in the back
They in the back
I'm running fast
I grab the bags
I run outside
But then its black
But where they at
I dreamed of that
I'm tripping bad
I'm tripping bad
I don't know what happened
I went outside I thought the cops
But they weren't even there
I don't know what was in those
Tabs you gave me I'm tripping fr
I might be crazy or was that
A sign or something
Cause the next day when I got up got a text now from a friend
Said to pull up
He need 4 said for 10 and that was straight
The shit was gas back in the day
I'm getting shipments to the a
Back to the story no more breaks
I left at 3 got there at 4
East of Georgia kinda close
To where the 40s bang but little south of 404
I waited for an hour more
Copped some food smoked like one or two he didn't pull up
But it's cool
I'll never start a war
My deepest rivals get
Forgiveness only god can judge a man
I pulled out quick then
Saw the lights damn looking back I wish I ran
Started bugging asking question
Did I swearve like what's the sped
A couple pigges on a feast you wont
Believe the shit I've seen
When
I get over they get closer stopped the car I'm at the end
I can't pretend I wasn't thinking bout the shit from when I tripped
Should've saw it as a
Sign now it's too late
Of course they knew about
The drugs they were behind the fucking play
Like Phillip was in prison
Prolly pissed he got some time
Decide to snitch did he
Forget that all we have if fucking time
So they finally get me out and the they ask me for the drugs
They grab the bag
I say which ones
They smelt the gass
They lock the cuffs
Its in the bag
I'm giving up
I start to break
Heart is in it's lowest place
Hands begin to shake
Vision blurry as I bow so I can pray
Lord forgive me for my sins
Forgive me for mistakes
Writer(s): Jack Dosik, Maxwell Neal
