HOSTAGE Songtext
von Luclover

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 wok this ain't no liquor in my cup
Ima Capricorn I worked this shit up from the mud
Too much pain and anxiety I think it′s a must
I gotta stay high keep the 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 loved me you a dub
Hostage, she done took my heart she on the run


She ripped my heart into pieces like it's a KitKat
2019 looking back like why you did that
2020 went bentayga had to mismatch
Ever since I seen that I learned to flip racks
And I ain't talkin stupid shit ain′t talking shipping packs
Was in the lab for hours tryna perfect the craft
They used to laugh, I guess that I got the other half
Now I drop racks at Neiman want all the fuckin RAF
Tip toein′
Keep going
I drop racks on you, at Rick Owen's
And she know that
I noticed, that she moody with me as always

I′m blinded walking that hallway
Bumpin into thots I fucked I'm like oh wait
Pumpin up the gas, I swerve on that E-way
All these bitches bad, don′t give 'em no leeway
Life′s good 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 fucking up my brain
Drunk driving in that foreign, I can't stay inside my lane


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 wok this ain′t no liquor in my cup
Ima Capricorn I worked this shit up from the mud
Too much pain and anxiety I think it's a must
I gotta stay high keep the 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 ripped my heart into pieces like it′s a KitKat
2019 looking back like why you did that
2020 went bentayga had to mismatch
Ever since I seen that I learned to flip racks
And I ain't talking stupid shit ain′t talking shipping packs
Was in the lab for hours tryna perfect the craft
They used to laugh, I guess that I got the other half
Now I drop racks at Neiman want all the fucking RAF
Tip toein'
Keep goin′
I drop racks on you, at Rick Owen's
And she know that
I noticed, that she moody with me as always