Lyrics

Yeah-yeah Awake in the morning without a damn thing on my mind, yeah Space in between us been growing apart with the time, yeah Twenty-one years, I'm closer to death than my prime I just can't seem to decide If I want you by my side for the rest of my life Blue pill poppin' has been changing up my vision Blue bill coppin' I just need me all them digits Middle finger to a fake friend, you ain't fuckin' with it Fuckin' up the speed though I don't do a limit Need gas for the whip, need gas for the blunt And my stomach got a stitch but there's smoke in my lungs Blade cuts deep that's why I don't keep a gun Bayonet freehand charging when I run Late night facetime calls from my shawty Liquor in my system, it's popping at the party Champagne showers, couple bottles for the thotties Or the bitch so back until she working on her body Sleazy mistake I made fucking on her bestfriend Easy what I say, acted like it wasn't gonna end Now I gotta fend for myself on the daily These demons or pussies they don't wanna obey me It's hard to think about something else than the fucking money Hard to bring myself to face the facts these days are no longer sunny All I see is rain dripping, leaking through the cracks on my window Fucking with me is a gamble I thought that you knew Just what the fuck you were in for Woah Honestly I didn't want you to fucking come over Baby I tried to tell you I was never less sober Game, set, match, that bitch kill with a controller Yeah, but she be killing me way to quick, game over Blue pill poppin' has been changing up my vision Blue bill coppin' I just need me all them digits Middle finger to a fake friend, you ain't fuckin' with it Fuckin' up the speed though I don't do a limit Need gas for the whip, need gas for the blunt And my stomach got a stitch but there's smoke in my lungs Blade cuts deep that's why I don't keep a gun Bayonet freehand charging when I run Late night facetime calls from my shawty Liquor in my system, it's popping at the party Champagne showers, couple bottles for the thotties Or the bitch so back until she working on her body Sleazy mistake I made fucking on her bestfriend Easy what I say, acted like it wasn't gonna end Now I gotta fend for myself on the daily These demons or pussies they don't wanna obey me
Writer(s): Conner Jerome Carel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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