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Popping pills this Molly heat And they're rising on their feet Take some xans to come down Now I'm feeling dead Popping pills this Molly heat And they're rising on their feet Take some xans to come down Now I'm feeling dead Short change that gram It girls and socialites, white powder in their hands Getting twisted, they hella lifted, they asking 'bout them xans Trouble making these baby faces, I'm blunted with some man Asking me about poetry and I wanna leave but I can't Body high like a thousand miles up in the sky, goddamn He using words I never heard, I'm looking at my friend He macking deep and he tryna creep on that black girl wearing Vans They blasting Nelly and Missy Elliot like high school never ends Like high school never ends Like high school never ends Like high school never ends Popping pills this Molly heat And they're rising on their feet Take some xans to come down Now I'm feeling dead Popping pills this Molly heat And they're rising on their feet Take some xans to come down Now I'm feeling dead Up on this roof Breaking diesel, I'm feeling evil, rich kids got the best views The whole city looks so pretty, I'm sorry 'bout being rude Everybody got wet hair cause they just came from the pool They kissing but I'm missing out, yo homie, it's cool Getting texts I don't wanna get and I'm writing back like fuck you Buzz killa, yo nothing's realer, I'm so fucking confused You say that you want love but then go fuck other dudes Treating me like you don't need me, I guess a nigga old news So hazy, real slim shady, I can't find my shoes I can't find my shoes I can't find my shoes, shit Why don't you just delete me? Why don't you just delete me? Why don't you just delete me? Why don't you just delete me? You know what my, you know what my love's about (Ey) Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey) You know what my, you know what my love's about (Ey) Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey) You know what my, you know what my love's about (Ey) Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey) You know what my, you know what my love's about (Ey) Fucking with my head, let my heart bleed out (Ey)
Writer(s): Michael Quattlebaum, Yoann Lemoine, Bruno Bertoli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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