It’s 10:30 in the morning I just started drinking
Free all my dogs yea I’m Abe Lincoln
I ain’t blinking I been going crazy thinking
About my bitch and if she cheating
Only reason yea I’m locked up I ain’t beating
If I find out I’ll start tweeking yea I pop out with them demons please give me a reason
What she fear most is me leaving
I’m gonna drive away woke up I’m gonna drive a rafe
Where we from
All use throw aways
Where we from
Yea them ghosts don’t go away
We stay haunted tripping on shadows like sonic
Way I got
They all want it
No survivors guilt or remorse I don’t care bout your trauma
I care too much about commas
Versace Gucci Prada I need my dollars fuck honor she holler I’m a fuck on her