歌词
Where are my friends?
God knows because I've got none
Where are the girls?
Fuck' knows cause I don't need one
Pass me the bong, Imma crack it until the morning comes
Wake up
Blunt next to me, sorry I gotta run
Sorry I Gotta Run
Sorry I Gotta Run
Sorry I Gotta Run
Sorry I Gotta Run
Fuck that girl, She is on my back
Callin' my phone, She Makin Me Mad
Stop Sending your tracks to me, cause they wack
Put My Mind To It, Now I'm Back on track
Fell my mind is under attack
Ice Witta A Strap In My Backpack
Pull Up To The Trap, I secure the bag
I don't be poppin' on the Prozacs
You Always Make Me Ma-ad
Yeah im in my fla-ashbacks
I'm under ata-ack, put me back on tra-ck
Where are my friends?
God knows because I've got none
Where are the girls?
Fuck' knows cause I don't need one
Pass me the bong, Imma crack it until the morning comes
Wake up
Blunt next to me, sorry I gotta run
Written by: Kieran Christopher Nabi
