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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Alexander Smith
Christian Alexander Smith
Songwriter
Chris Wright
Chris Wright
Songwriter
Miles Powers Evans
Miles Powers Evans
Songwriter
Mario Sambrotta
Mario Sambrotta
Songwriter
Thiago de Souza
Thiago de Souza
Songwriter

Lyrics

Blacked out in my room and windows I'm hanging All my homies are banging on walls Too much pressure on me, get the fuck off my balls Trying to get out of bed, starting to feel like I'm really in Saw Wake up at noon and they act like you just broke the law But they ain't know nothing at all I started thinking about smoking and Drinking again, keeping that shit nonchalant Used to think long as I had me some ink In the pen, I could just do what I want Me and my bro trying to match up a G-Wagon Benz, and talk it up like a salon I gotta swim when it feel like I'm Sinking again, but all that come on is Solange All of my bad sides front side, get it Y'all get the fuck out my business I ain't never leaving home Cause I got my bed and got me some Hennessy Yeah, stay at home don't explore, aye Don't even go to the store, aye Stay at home don't explore, aye Keep all your shit on the floor, aye Bitch I give it all But you never know where it's going to end up, like my old man? Huh, I fucking hope not Homie don't drive you ain't sober don't try, care about the words But they only want vibes Going to flip a couple birds when I'm fully on top Hip-hop stole my soul '05 was the year I Think I blink my time disappear I drink I sink Come slide with a weirdo, hope die! Hope not, but damn it appears so Whole squad like "man what I'm here for If not this shit," yeah I did this shit With or without a witness, it's Miles bitch now get wild with me Strip down sick styles spit bile swiftly Walked in your shoes they did not fit me Why does it feel like night today? Only thing I want to do is hibernate I fall asleep on a bed made of nails I don't eat any meals, I inhale I don't drink to get drunk, I drink for the bitterness Speaking in tongues, I'm thinking in gibberish People I trust I meet on the internet People that's sus all around me Ai ai que cabeca dura I I give a finger like my name was Lula I'm-I'm Ace Ventura mixed with a eighth of Buddha Getting faded with the snakes and cougars No joke, I won't April fools you We already past first You can either have comfort or have a ton of work And I don't really know what's worse no I don't really want to converse though You go with the wave like merfolk I want the sea red like my birthstone You wanna see bread but that's burnt toast I want my teeth cleansed like I brushed those Shit was looking like earth tones Really came up out of that dirt hole But still got the dirt in my nerves so I'm cursed If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? If you never give your all, you'll never get it right? Blacked out, man I've been sipping on some Jameson Waiting for a pussy to come and try it, I'll be caving in I slapped the cunt so hard he hit the floor, no saving him Captain Corpse, I'm done with trying, embracing all this shameless sin Stand up straight when you're talking to my face Yeah the only time I hit it from the back is when I procreate I hate myself but I will never ever detonate The captain going down with the ship and some novocaine All of my bad sides front side, get it Y'all get the fuck out my business I ain't never leaving home Cause I got my bed and got me some Hennessy Yeah, stay at home don't explore, aye Don't even go to the store, aye Stay at home don't explore, aye Keep all your shit on the floor, aye All of my bad sides front side, get it Y'all get the fuck out my business I ain't never leaving home Cause I got my bed and got me some Hennessy Yeah, stay at home don't explore, aye Don't even go to the store, aye Stay at home don't explore, aye Keep all your shit on the floor
Writer(s): Chris Wright, Christian Alexander Smith, Mario Sambrotta, Miles Powers Evans, Thiago De Souza Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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