Lyrics:
Shawty so bad, I’mma take her to my cul-de-sac
Motherfuck you and your first class flight bitch
me and all my homies broke, but we never low on smoke
Me and all my homies just tryna get high

Stopped the medications, now it’s just vibrations 
That’s soothing my soul
Every day I go without
Sometimes I just wanna be alone but I’m not allowed
Got voices in my head, fuck the intruder in my house
Pills fucked up my brain, it’s hard to think straight
Waking up sick every morning with nothing but regrets
I’m living my life on the edge like this shit finna reset
Bitch I be smoking gelato, drinking Captain Morgan out of the bottle
Bitch let’s get fucked up 

Shawty so bad, I’mma take her to my cul-de-sac
Motherfuck you and your first class flight bitch
me and all my homies broke, but we never low on smoke
Me and all my homies just tryna get high

Really just tryna feel myself ‘cause I don’t wanna kill myself
Now I can feel my mental state dissolving into 
“This is the national suicide hotline” (You called them, what the fuck)
How did I end up here
My first razor wasn’t for shaving
it was for hating myself creatively
I started out creating, now it’s recreation (hey bro I’m tryna get high today)
I know I said I quit, but shit I need some (aye, pass that over mane)
We all got our addictions, no one’s special
Smoke a blunt, bootlegger in my cup
I live how I want, bitch let’s get fucked up

Shawty so bad, I’mma take her to my cul-de-sac
Motherfuck you and your first class flight bitch
me and all my homies broke, but we never low on smoke
Me and all my homies just tryna get high

Shawty so bad, I’mma take her to my cul-de-sac
Motherfuck you and your first class flight bitch
me and all my homies broke, but we never low on smoke
Me and all my homies just tryna get high

First Class Fein

Lyrics:
Yea, okay
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, huh
Woah, aye, yeah, aye, woah, aye, yeah, aye
Woah, okay, check it
We got D-A-V-I-D-S-O-N on the M-I-C
Yeah, okay, never, never, never, never

Never feel bad for a motherfucker living sad
All we do is stack, all a motherfucker ever had 
“Make and take the bag” all a motherfucker ever know 
Pushing at the stop sign, they was selling whatcha know 
Watching peoples teeth rot while I fucked on a skinny thot 
Bitch I clutch a nineteen, I got hollow points in my magazine 
Conniving bitches, I’m the one who’s living in their fantasy 
Brands tryna give me grands, make a living off of selling me



Champion my jacket, I got business on my feet
I put the money before everything, even my family tree 
He must be lactose intolerant, ain’t getting cheddar cheese
I need my bag, I’m talking Benjamin’s, I’m talking collard greens 
And on the low I shop oregano to keep my mind in place
I like to talk about myself a lot and to me that’s okay 
I do this shit all by myself and by myself what imma stay
I killed my fate ‘cause I’m an early date and beat the murder case

(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)

C'est La Vie

Lyrics:
Haha, shits boutta get real (M.B.)
They don’t even know it yet
Yea, pass me that fucking blunt
Hand me that lighter, too

(Do what I Want)
When the money coming in, I’mma stack it ‘till the end
That bitch so bad, I ain’t tryna be friends
This blunt so fat, but I’m still finna finish
All of this gas, I should be in Guinness
When the money come in, I feel like a winner (yea)
Feel like an officer, shoot for the center
Used to be bitch made, now I stand up
Now it be bitches that I’m taking home

12 in the morning, bitch on me
Eating my meat like salami 
I’m sucking her titties, she got me calling her mommy
She giving a grin, she don’t mind it
She got a man though (Oh god)
Fuck that boy, he ain’t stacking his money
Put him back in the friend zone
She do as I told, she doing what Davidson wanting

Do what I want (Do what I want)
Do what I want because I won
To all the ones who ain’t put me on
Fuck you and everything you got
‘Cause I do what I want (Do what I want)
I do what I want and I never stop
I did what I want, now the money don’t stop (Do what I want)
I’m smoking these blunts, I’m never gon’ stop, yeah (Do what I want)

Fuck a sports car lil’ bitch, hop in that big truck
I pull up to your girl when I’m tryna get my dick sucked (She goin’ down on it)
I asked her if your thing was small, she said a big “yup”
Damn, that’s a double loss
How the fuck your dick small and still your money ain’t long (How the fuck)
In the bed, I got her singing bird songs
Hear that, that’s your bitch getting boned
And she getting tired of your text (Don’t call)
She handing me the phone
I’m laughing while typing the message
Sorry, she busy lil’ bro (Do what I want)

When the money coming in, I’mma stack it ‘till the end
That bitch so bad, I ain’t tryna be friends
This blunt so fat, but I’m still finna finish
All of this gas, I should be in Guinness
When the money come in, I feel like a winner (yea)
Feel like an officer, shoot for the center
Used to be bitch made, now I stand up
Now it be bitches that I’m taking home

12 in the morning, bitch on me
Eating my meat like salami 
I’m sucking her titties, she got me calling her mommy
She giving a grin, she don’t mind it
She got a man though (Oh god)
Fuck that boy, he ain’t stacking his money
Put him back in the friend zone
She do as I told, she doing what Davidson wanting

Do what I want (Do what I want)
Do what I want because I won
To all the ones who ain’t put me on
Fuck you and everything you got
‘Cause I do what I want (Do what I want)
I do what I want and I never stop
I did what I want, now the money don’t stop (Do what I want)
I’m smoking these blunts, I’m never gon’ stop, yeah (Do what I want)

Do What I Want (prod. XMB)

Lyrics:
(She gon' get a gun)
(She gon' get a gun, oh)
(She gon' get a gun )
(She gon' get a gun )

I'm a man, I got my desires
On a different world when I'm looking into shawty's eyes
I swear she's so perfect
I love me a British girl, she talkin' in cursive
I love all the girls, been with damn near every version
She say it's unfair, when I do not share
I don't care, I'mma fuck her bare 
Then I grab her hair 
I'mma grab a chair, then I smoke a gram, out the fucking bowl
The shit that I be going through on the daily, you don't fucking know
'Cause I can count this paper, I can count these racks
But it still can't stop these panic attacks
My plug is my farmacy, set my spirits free
When I'm underneath, falling so deep
In my lone retreat

(Baby can you come home, when you coming home)
(Baby can you come home, when you coming home)
(Baby can you come home, when you coming home)
(Baby can you come home, when you coming home)

I'm a man with a lost soul, I don't have no hope
I drag myself into situations I cannot control
Treat me like a joke, this a bear you poked
I'm a fein for that coke 
I feel vibrations through my whole damn body
Stay cautious
Bad bitch, we both do the same substance
I'm bugging out, she's tweaking out
Feel the tension, let's release it now

(She gon' get a gun)
(She gon' get a gun, oh)
(She gon' get a gun )
(She gon' get a gun )

Midnight Misunderstandings

Lyrics:
(Bless you, Dr. Davidson)

Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich

Riding in that all black whip, bitches posing on the hood
Windows bulletproof, just in case a dumb- would
I got knowledge, what you know son
I can make you bleed some
Swervin' in that big truck, we gon' do a speedrun
Ain't no runnin' round, bitch I hold it down for my town
I got a hundred round for any motherfucker tryna find out
I'm runnin' out of time to make up my mind about this bitch
'Cause she can heal my heart, or I can say fuck hoes and go get rich

Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich

Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich

Blocked her number, I don't give a fuck
We still goin' up
'Cause I can be down a bitch, but I'll never be down a buck
Me and my bros, we be totin' poles, put bitches in holes
Leave em' decomposed, untreated bullet holes that release his soul
Babies actin' wild, tap water brown
We gon' die into this life, we all criminal
Bringing bitches in this business get dangerous
We just tryna make that money so fuck hoes, get rich

Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich

Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich
Fuck hoes, get rich

Fuck Hoes, Get Rich

Lyrics:
Mama (I said I’m sorry mama)
I never meant to hurt you (hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt)
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wish it was me? (Hurt, hurt, hurt)
Well guess what, I am dead
Dead to you as can be (Hurt, hurt, hurt)

I’m sorry Mama (I said I’m sorry mama)
I never meant to hurt you (hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt)
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wish it was me? (Hurt, hurt, hurt)
Well guess what, I am dead
Dead to you as can be (Hurt, hurt, hurt)

I’m back on my shit again, after the dividends 
Fuck your shenanigans, no I’m not givin’ in 
Missin’ my snare, I feel like Eminem
I was a threat, but now I tripled it 
Used to be shitted on, now I’m shittin’
Every drop’s a win again

My bitch happy we made it, baby that was all me
she tried to have my kid, it turned into a zombie 
Say bye bye to that fetus, don’t need Mr. Johnson
I am not a monster, I’m just an accomplice 

“Davidson gon’ take off,” that’s just what they all say
Bitch you just a booty call, don’t say that you more, aye
And friends tryna hold me back, had to let em’ go, aye
Nothing left to sew
Exhale the hate like smoke 

I’m back on my shit again, after the dividends 
Fuck your shenanigans, no I’m not givin’ in 
Missin’ my snare, I feel like Eminem
I was a threat, but now I tripled it 
Used to be shitted on, now I’m shittin’
Every drop’s a win again

I’m back on my shit again, after the dividends 
Fuck your shenanigans, no I’m not givin’ in 
Missin’ my snare, I feel like Eminem
I was a threat, but now I tripled it 
Used to be shitted on, now I’m shittin’
Every drop’s a win again

Remember LTL, I had bitches mad as hell 
I let no one hold me back, bitch I always prevail
I’m just cleaning out my closet, hope you understand
When I asked for your support, you only gave reprimands 

I show her 90k, make these bitches salivate
Diamond chain, I bought that hoe diamonds for her pussy ring
Insult my name, karma hit your ass like a bullet train
Too many snakes
I see straight through their human face 

I’m back on my shit again, after the dividends 
Fuck your shenanigans, no I’m not givin’ in 
Missin’ my snare, I feel like Eminem
I was a threat, but now I tripled it 
Used to be shitted on, now I’m shittin’
Every drop’s a win again

I’m back on my shit again, after the dividends 
Fuck your shenanigans, no I’m not givin’ in 
Missin’ my snare, I feel like Eminem
I was a threat, but now I tripled it 
Used to be shitted on, now I’m shittin’
Every drop’s a win again

Mama (I said I’m sorry mama)
I never meant to hurt you (hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt)
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wish it was me? (Hurt, hurt, hurt)
Well guess what, I am dead
Dead to you as can be (Hurt, hurt, hurt)

Laundry Day

Outro (Skit)

#davidsontheone #future #underground #newwave
#5AMCLUB #VIBRATIONFEINS

We Can't Go Back (Never Let Go) [prod. Waytoolost]

Yellow Envelope

Davidson is a multi-genre artist (Rap/HipHop, Rock, and R&B) from Myrtle Beach , SC (Currently resides in Easley, SC) who is driven by the goal of spreading the power of empathy through music and to change the world with his voice and wisdom. Since 2019, Davidson has went under several names such as Caliber and narc0 in the past, but now sticks with his last name to create a clear and honest image of himself and who he is. There is no telling whether Davidson will drop a soulful, melodic track, hard rap song or a screaming loud rock song. At the moment, Davidson isn’t a big artist but that doesn’t stop him from showing his all to the few people who do listen because to him, music is about the art and expression rather than listeners and money. Davidson understands the true importance of music and that’s what will make him shine brighter than others.