Late nights, stay on it Bright lights, they want it And it's funny how you so charismatic A sex addict, but stay lonely Throw a beat on, I kill it Not a gun though, my feelings Here comes slow, pop pilling And I die young, God willing God willing, shit Got me over here tripping And liquor don't help for the feelings I felt I'm just over here chilling Yeah, always seem to blame a bitch The only thing I got is my pain and shit And these hoes want art Love over your canvases Should I talk about my dad or something? Always feel like I'm mad for nothing Rap fast cause a crash is coming And it hurts for the words but it lasts for something Po Pimpin' so Do or Die Slit wrists, so suicidal Stay cool in a pool of fire Worship in a verse, nigga who's your idol? Ain't never felt like this before Would you ride for freedom? Would you die for freedom? Got a ski mask on and a pistol loaded Hear money talking, I die to meet 'em Looking forward to the bright lights Late nights and the bullshit Yeah, they was talking that good shit That's far as they could get, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
