Letra

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah You're lyin' to my face like I don't know at all I'm not the broke boy that you used to know Smokin', drinkin' 'til my death, you gon' see me fall Burn my soul with the ethanol Room for the niggers We all drinkin' liquor Trap house shit, sellin' drugs, tryna find a way to get bigger She only want a nigga With the big figures I don't know when I'ma make it Take a painkiller, look at mirrors full of winners The light between your eyes I never thought it'd die I saved you from the pain And now I'm askin', "Why?" Cut the ropes, all my friends turned to ghosts (turned to ghosts) They gon' love you when you get the money most (money most) I need a bitch that grew up on a foreign coast (a foreign coast) They wanna lock me up but never-never no! Nowadays, I been talkin' to my old girl (old girl) I still think about her even when it's over (over) Now I'm bleedin' with her just around the corner (corner) Run around through the city goin' nowhere Do you wanna dance with me? Or we can fake it I got the West on my side, they know I'll make it She got a Gemini heart, I had to take it She put a perc in her cup, I didn't taste it You're lyin' to my face like I don't know at all I'm not the broke boy that you used to know Smokin', drinkin' 'til my death, you gon' see me fall Burn my soul with the ethanol Wasn't I enough to keep you interested? All my fake fuckin' friends were so intricate The light between your eyes kills me inside I'm addicted to the night and my blood-stained knives Room for the niggers We all drinkin' liquor Trap house shit, sellin' drugs, tryna find a way to get bigger She only want a nigga With the big figures I don't know when I'ma make it Take a painkiller, look at mirrors full of winners
Writer(s): Prashant Singh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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