I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hang over

Blood shed, skin molt, need a lint roller

Baby girl turnt up, wanna get sober

You should really tap in, I support you

You can't do it all alone, I've tried too

I'm no Sherlock, I catch clues

Her ass fat and got tattoos

We so chill, she see it's true

These guys not that, we see through

Glass ceiling ain't nothing but a theory

They got anacusis, didn't hear me

I was in a shit mood when I woke up

You tryna say it's my fault, it was both us

Fire place lit when the crib hit sixty

I don't have anemia, I just get chilly

I'm looking at it now, huh, is it worth effort?

I acted on decisions when I could have chose better

I laugh to myself, in my head's a court jester

He goes out in his final act, it's edgy

I could give a vice to you if you need one

Taking no advice, what can **** tell me?

If money make you, then there can't be no we

My eyes so red 'cause I smoke and don't sleep

And life is so fucked, guess that's how it's gon' be

You getting too struck seeing stars on the street

Prissy ass freaks, nice cars on E

Drugs so strong she could party all week

Her friend so bad I'ma have to hit Kelan

The hoes up for a two-man this evening

I put one in the air, you would think I'm Korean

'Cause we at jet strip smoking dope, out peeving

**** so mad they don't even have means

And shorty ass fat, it don't need to have jeans

She threw it so proper, it was better than a fling

Life imitate art, it's never what you think

Now it's pulling me apart, playing with my emo

Catch 'em by the toe, I'm not finna play with you

Bleeding me again, I developed scar tissue

I grind too hard like I got car issues

None of these problems bigger than the program

Shorty getting tricked on by a old man

She dance to my songs, but he's not such a fan

He never wants to hear Cletus Strap shit again

He never wants to hear Cam the Chef anymore

He never wants to slap another Madmax song

They despise real ****, it don't ever take long

I'd eat my cake too but the plate's all gone

I love thick bitches, you could put some weight on

Take you where you wanna eat, I can get yo' ass drunk

Your ex so mad, he can tell I'm finna fuck

I don't gotta try hard, I know all these **** suck

I'm in her crib, damn, I woke up with a hangover

Blood shed, skin molt, need a lint roller

Baby girl turnt up, wanna get sober

You should really tap in, I support you

You can't do it all alone, I've tried too

I'm no Sherlock, I catch clues

Her ass fat and got tattoos

We so chill, she see it's true

These guys not that, we see through

Glass ceiling ain't nothing but a theory

They got anacusis, didn't hear me

I was in a shit mood when I woke up

You tryna say it's my fault, it was both us

Fireplace lit when the crib hit sixty

I don't have anemia, I just get chilly