Bitch I think you’re lair (what)
What’s she copes
Oh my god
I think I’m dying
Off my spot
But now
My thoughts are drying
Of this shit  I cannot believe
Ever since I we met yeah

Hella percs
Of my money
Tell my friends
I need xannie

Counting my loot
I’ve got a lot
Call me up
Wake me up

I ain’t spend that on materialistic shit 
Imma be a fucking Erick Harris or I’ll be rich 
No one ever seen me on the top
But I promise I’ll never stop
I’ll never stop
Pockets full of drops
Counting knots
Dating thots
Been sober but I’m lost 
Oh my god
Fell in love 
Fell in love oh my god 
Yeh yeah yeah 

She says I’m great
I need a break
Listen and listen to all of my plays
Come on and stay
Let’s play a game
Everyone pretend
They want to escape 

Ref

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