No I don’t drink but lets all get faded, Call up the team… Hands in the air give a fuck about a nigga, give a fuck about a bitch too. The top is a lonely spot, Friends in a phony slot all that shit true, I ain’t even got the energy stop pretending like you’re into me, You don’t even had a dose yet, shit don’t matter, We ain’t got the chemstry, I.. need a little time just to breathe, Just to kinda get my life on the right track, I can give you my heart for the night but when its over you gotta give it right back, Hell yes It’s like that, Sick and tired of falling in the right traps, It a cold world out here bitch, Imma keep my heart frozen til the ice crack,
Feels like something’s missin’ I feel fucking distant, I don’t trust no one, Especially not these niggas, I don’t-I don’t trust these niggas, They might-They might catch me slipping, I dont trust these niggas or none of these bitches, Call up em’ I’m drinking I wanna get wasted, Call up em’ Call up em, I know I don’t smoke but I wanna get fade, Call up em’
Damn, Seems like my head is in the wrong spot, Cells on overdrive filled by the wrong thought, Any battle worth winning is the one fought, So my logic beat emotion by a long shot, These nigga recycling the same line, Bitches getting played hard like overtime, Guard up gotta hurdle to get over mine, Eyes closed cause I see you better with an open mind, Damn that’s all right, That’s all right, I ain’t know, I fell for it, I caught on, I got that, You came close, and I got some hidden feelings that I can’t show, So I can either bury the hatchet, Or just keep digging the same hole,
Feels like something’s missin’ I feel fucking distant, I don’t trust no one, Especially not these niggas, I don’t-I don’t trust these niggas, They might-They might catch me slipping, I dont trust these niggas or none of these bitches, Call up em’ I’m drinking I wanna get wasted, Call up em’ Call up em, I know I don’t smoke but I wanna get fade, Call up em’
Swag me out, Swag me out, Fuck the words while they are coming out your mouth, Let them words have a fuck you baby, watch my middle finger push it out, Whispers to the side, Fiction and some lies, but I really ain’t suprised, Cause everybody know there aint shit I gotta hide, Well you tell me that you love me when you see me, affff Feels like a billion motherfuckers don’t like me no more, ooh yeah they hate me now, Feels like they really wanna break me down, These bitches ain’t on my level, In result they hate themselves, You being everybody but tell me why the fuck you still ain’t yourself, Sometimes I feel a need to just thank myself, Cause I’m real as fuck hoe even when I ain’t myself, I wish I could say the same for you, But we all know that shit aint true, That phony shit just make me laugh, Damn y’all bitches must hate me bad, All y’all niggas so fake its sad, and my ex boy gone make me spazz, Let go, Let go, Let go til you don’t feel that shit, Hanging from your fingertips, Tingles down your spleen and shit, Friends are gone be separated, feelings gone be freedom stripped, That’s the fuckin life we live…full of inconveniences.
Feels like something’s missin’ I feel fucking distant, I don’t trust no one, Especially not these niggas, I don’t-I don’t trust these niggas, They might-They might catch me slipping, I dont trust these niggas or none of these bitches, Call up em’ I’m drinking I wanna get wasted, Call up em’ Call up em, I know I don’t smoke but I wanna get fade, Call up em’Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
