WHITE GRAINS
Tyga
White grains on the black skin of the sea
Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat
It's just a rush, I need to stay awake
It's just a risk I need to make
White grains on the black skin of the sea
Driving fast
Moving fast
Living fast
Fast, fast, fast
Palms on the high, my nerves are open wide
Cold plastic edges cutting through the tight grip
Check the mirror for the flash of a blue light
Shift a stick and vanish in a blur of grey
Counting out the minutes, counting out the bills
Counting out the miles
White grains on the black skin of the sea
Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat
It's just a rush, I need to stay awake
It's just a risk I need to make
White grains on the black skin of the sea
Driving fast
Moving fast
Living fast
Fast, fast, fast
Jaw swinging loose, tighter than a lace on shoes
Expensive powder falling on an expensive trim
Nothing but the hum of the engine in my skull
Every street looks like a finish line tonight
Counting out the minutes, counting out the bills
Counting out the miles
White grains on the black skin of the sea
Rolling through the canyon on a mission for the heat
It's just a rush, I need to stay awake
It's just a risk I need to make
White grains on the black skin of the sea
Driving fast
Moving fast
Living fast
Fast, fast, fast