Met some hoes in seattle
They was hot
Then we made love on the spot, that’s what’s up
Back in ‘06 i was ridin’ round the block (holdup)
Can find me at the footlocker
With the DS 1
While my brother cop the reebok pumps
Man we was young
Now tommy sniffing addy off his ps1
And i’m almost tall enough to dunk (like what the fuck)
Ricky stalker
Lil’ rasta got them flippin’ out they nickel blockers
Shit got poppin’ when they put me on that trip to austin
That’s where they love me
I don’t think homie, i get it ugly
It’s back to buildin’
No more buildin’ coffins
Took a sec to look at my soul, and told me never let go
Keep pushing through the stop and the goes
And johno at the top, gon’ fold
Blamin’ babylon and fuckin’ these hoes
Said i’m just sad, i got nowhere to go
Your love x8
Yeah, yeah
She tweet my lyric, then she murdered herself
It’s quite scary i play a role in your health
I wish you well
And i be tellin’ lies
To say my pain never left
Smoke a thousand joints on my deck before my death
Depression started creepin’ in my freshman year of college
Trying to be polished turned into big problems
In my dorm room, suicidal thoughts made the forward move
Momma thought i cut the chord
‘cause i wouldn’t pick up my phone
Hope you forgive me now, i’m out on the road
I did my first 30 shows
I couldn’t wait to go home
Down to the basement in my crib
Where i could be on my own
And i ain’t gotta worry about fresh clothes
Or clickin’ photos, i’m drinkin’ four mo’
They fake as fuck, i don’t catch feelings no more
Shit all i feel is velour
I paralyzed by my freedom, i don’t know what to do
Look in the mirror it’s true
Ain’t nobody got more lemons than you. (you x8)
(instrumental)
Yeah Met some hoes in seattle They was hot Then we made love on the spot, that’s what’s up Back in ‘06 i was ridin’ round the block (holdup) Can find me at the footlocker With the DS 1 While my brother cop the reebok pumps Man we was young Now tommy sniffing addy off his ps1 And i’m almost tall enough to dunk (like what the fuck) Ricky stalker Lil’ rasta got them flippin’ out they nickel blockers Shit got poppin’ when they put me on that trip to austin That’s where they love me I don’t think homie, i get it ugly It’s back to buildin’ No more buildin’ coffins Took a sec to look at my soul, and told me never let go Keep pushing through the stop and the goes And johno at the top, gon’ fold Blamin’ babylon and fuckin’ these hoes Said i’m just sad, i got nowhere to go Your love x8 Yeah, yeah She tweet my lyric, then she murdered herself It’s quite scary i play a role in your health I wish you well And i be tellin’ lies To say my pain never left Smoke a thousand joints on my deck before my death Depression started creepin’ in my freshman year of college Trying to be polished turned into big problems In my dorm room, suicidal thoughts made the forward move Momma thought i cut the chord ‘cause i wouldn’t pick up my phone Hope you forgive me now, i’m out on the road I did my first 30 shows I couldn’t wait to go home Down to the basement in my crib Where i could be on my own And i ain’t gotta worry about fresh clothes Or clickin’ photos, i’m drinkin’ four mo’ They fake as fuck, i don’t catch feelings no more Shit all i feel is velour I paralyzed by my freedom, i don’t know what to do Look in the mirror it’s true Ain’t nobody got more lemons than you. (you x8) (instrumental) Explain Request ×
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