I want drugs, I need sleep, yah I want drinks, I need weed, yah I’ma fiend, find me beans, yah Why she acting sweet to me now?
What’s been lying through your teeth now, it’s alright If you think I’m talking ’bout you, maybe guess why Racks and carbon paper in the magazine Ship it back, land more packs, tax it to the scene
I won’t let you in, I’m cold and empty Don’t take it personal, it’s burdened on me She keeps sending me pics, calling me daddy But I don’t fuck with damn near anybody
You ain’t slick, I’m too clean, why she act sweet? 2 MG in the limegreen, sleep on window seats Tryna see all this green grass, but it’s grey to me Life just ends, it seems, every time I breathe
You ain’t slick, I’m too clean, why she act sweet? 2 MG in the limegreen, sleep on window seats Tryna see all this green grass, but it’s grey to me Life just ends, it seems, every time I breathe
I won’t let you in, I’m cold and empty Don’t take it personal, it’s burdened on me She keeps sending me pics, calling me daddy But I don’t fuck with damn near anybody