Im Going Songtext
von Fredo Santana

Come on, Beanie Man

I′m going wherever this cup's gonna take me
I hope it′s some place good where the weather is amazing
I'm going wherever this plane's gonna fly me
I don′t care where I′m going, just as long as I'm gone with some tree
Window seat, do you know what I′m saying?

I'm going so far away, where nobody can see me
I′ve been going so hard, I need to take it easy
Xanax after Xanax, I think I need some more lean
My lil' bitch tryna have sex, but I already fell asleep
All these drugs, all these girls, all these guns up in this bitch
I feel like the man up in this bitch
Any nigga disrespectin′, he be layin' in this bitch
Got a couple killers get to sprayin' in this bitch
All this fame bringing fake friends, all I see is enemies
Think I′m falling off the edge, wishing someone catch me

I′m going to Texas to find lean
I'm going so far away, where no one can find me


I′m going wherever this cup's gonna take me
I hope it′s some place good where the weather is amazing
I'm going wherever this plane′s gonna fly me
I don't care where I'm going, just as long as I′m gone with some tree
Window seat, do you know what I′m saying?


Ayy, I don't know what I′m saying
Balmains, yeah, you know what I'm paying
Yeah, you know what I′m paying
Ayy, you should see the crib that I stay in
You should see the bed that I lay in, the bed that I lay in
Balling, I didn't know I was playing
Balling, I didn′t know I was playing
Let alone, I've been scoring
Said I pull up at eleven
Fuck, it's like four in the morning
Pour a four of the Morton
You know what I′m saying ′cause you acting bitter
Every time you talking shit your nose is getting bigger
When I hop on to my plane I feel like Lynyrd Skynyrd
When I hopped off of my plane I feel like Lynyrd Skynyrd
Sipping H-Town like I'm James Harden
If you see me in New York I′m headed to the garden
Martinis with the olives, you're at Olive Garden
I don′t ever use a key when my car is started
Fredo got a burner and I got a poker
I mix something up with something, I hate being sober
I ain't never looking back, I got acne on my back
All black Fender Strat, do you know what I′m saying?