produced by maxwell4k & myself

im out the door, she on my little phone but i cant talk. im out the door and she on drugs, i know she cant even stop. she on the percs, she on the pill and she so fcked up. i swear i wont be there to help you and thats tough luck. woah, just go say the words i know them. woah, no you cant fix the pieces you can't sew them. show your good side i know that you can go and show it. she gon put away the drugs, i know that you below them. woah, cuz im no better than your last man. woah, cuz i just know that its your last stand. fck me up i wanna feel the way u feel, touch to bluff cuz i can see the way you see. woah. call my name, call my sht n ima call u back. she see fame, and she said she want like roll wit that. she off percs she off them drugs aint no control with that. she off oxy in them clubs she take her soul with that. woah uh she like the way i sing, she like the way i dress okay. she like the way i get my money then i bless okay. she like the way i treat her right, but then im out that way.

won't be there

Lyrics:

Fuckin' up the time that I spent
Fuckin' up the fine dine, bitch
Bussdown, looking at ya hang time, bitch
She wanna fuck now
Taking back the flowers I sent
She on top
You on thin ice and I got that fucking torch, fuck
Greedy ass hoes always want more
Why you close the shit, I opened up the same door
World War II in this bitch, blow up claymore
Scaring all the hoes, he fucking up the plays
Dissing on me, better count your days
Blow brains, insane
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time
Hop out, bang time
Hundred percent 3's, bitch I pop out, Dame Time
Man, I do this shit for fun, you do it for the fame now
We got methods, tap in
Scammed him for that ten
Glock take his whole family down
Taking down his gen
All my life been hand-me-downs
Old shit they passing
Old shit, that's past tense
Enemies we clashin'
No confidence, can't fuck a bad bitch
Got a little pull on Twitter, yeah I'm havin'
Fire bullets, hit like dragon
'Cause yeah, these hoes they got me fucked up!
(Fucked up, fucked...)
Fucked up!
100 round mag, yeah dumpin' out that car
All these hoes mad, they like, "look he came far"
I don't got stage fright, bitch I pop out like Ray Charles
I was with Lala, we geekin' off the shroom bar
I'm like one more time. I get too high

light your way (tores)

neuro

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