What the f*ck wrong with life Grandpa say he livin' on borrowed time
I been f*cked up inside
My heart been clashin' with my mind
Smoke a black to feel nice
So many blues been thinkin' bout givin' a try
Got hit in his shit and I blackened his eye
I got a big stick in the back of the ride
I got a big stick in the back of the Ro- woah, woah, woah
Lil baby was suckin' that shit too fast, bae go slow
Baby, slow down, please
You finna f*ck up my sheets
Baby, slow down, please
And I ain't cried in a minute But the way this blunt hittin' got me in my feelings
And I don't wanna think about it Only time you not on my mind when I'm on prescriptions
My memories is gettin' cloudy The ones that keep hurtin' me
The only ones I see vivid
Got rid of them shades now I see clearer
That bitch only bad with a filter And this is exotic, ain't drinkin' no liquor
Still f*cked on me, ain't give f*ck bout her nigga
Still f*cked the gang, I ain't thinkin' bout Joe Blow
I don't want you, you ain't browner than Coco
I ain't tryna f*ck a finna go loco
Bitch, you better duck, I'm uppin' this
I'm in my feelings, can you help me?
Just give me a hug or give me kisses
And I don't wanna talk about it Cause the way these niggas dyin' off that fentanyl
Might f*ck around and get me sentenced
I'm in the trenches with my niggas
Movin' buku bricks and f*ckin' Zaza
And I swear this pound came from New Zealand
And you came back with an apology
I don't wanna talk about it, I'm sorry
But I'm still healin'
What the f*ck wrong with life? Grandpa say he livin' on borrowed time
I been f*cked up inside
My heart been clashin' with my mind
Smoke a black to feel nice
So many blues, been thinkin' bout givin' a try
Got hit in his shit and I blackened his eye
I got a big stick in the back of the ride
I got a big stick in the back of the Ro- woah, woah, woah
Lil baby was suckin' that shit too fast, bae, go slow
Baby, slow down, please
You finna f*ck up my sheets
Baby, slow down, please
I ain't cried in a minute, but the way this blunt hittin got me in my feelings
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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What the f*ck wrong with life Grandpa say he livin' on borrowed time
I been f*cked up inside
My heart been clashin' with my mind
Smoke a black to feel nice
So many blues been thinkin' bout givin' a try
Got hit in his shit and I blackened his eye
I got a big stick in the back of the ride
I got a big stick in the back of the Ro- woah, woah, woah
Lil baby was suckin' that shit too fast, bae go slow
Baby, slow down, please
You finna f*ck up my sheets
Baby, slow down, please
And I ain't cried in a minute But the way this blunt hittin' got me in my feelings
And I don't wanna think about it Only time you not on my mind when I'm on prescriptions
My memories is gettin' cloudy The ones that keep hurtin' me
The only ones I see vivid
Got rid of them shades now I see clearer
That bitch only bad with a filter And this is exotic, ain't drinkin' no liquor
Still f*cked on me, ain't give f*ck bout her nigga
Still f*cked the gang, I ain't thinkin' bout Joe Blow
I don't want you, you ain't browner than Coco
I ain't tryna f*ck a finna go loco
Bitch, you better duck, I'm uppin' this
I'm in my feelings, can you help me?
Just give me a hug or give me kisses
And I don't wanna talk about it Cause the way these niggas dyin' off that fentanyl
Might f*ck around and get me sentenced
I'm in the trenches with my niggas
Movin' buku bricks and f*ckin' Zaza
And I swear this pound came from New Zealand
And you came back with an apology
I don't wanna talk about it, I'm sorry
But I'm still healin'
What the f*ck wrong with life? Grandpa say he livin' on borrowed time
I been f*cked up inside
My heart been clashin' with my mind
Smoke a black to feel nice
So many blues, been thinkin' bout givin' a try
Got hit in his shit and I blackened his eye
I got a big stick in the back of the ride
I got a big stick in the back of the Ro- woah, woah, woah
Lil baby was suckin' that shit too fast, bae, go slow
Baby, slow down, please
You finna f*ck up my sheets
Baby, slow down, please
I ain't cried in a minute, but the way this blunt hittin got me in my feelings
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I been f*cked up inside
My heart been clashin' with my mind
Smoke a black to feel nice
So many blues been thinkin' bout givin' a try
Got hit in his shit and I blackened his eye
I got a big stick in the back of the ride
I got a big stick in the back of the Ro- woah, woah, woah
Lil baby was suckin' that shit too fast, bae go slow
Baby, slow down, please
You finna f*ck up my sheets
Baby, slow down, please
And I ain't cried in a minute But the way this blunt hittin' got me in my feelings
And I don't wanna think about it Only time you not on my mind when I'm on prescriptions
My memories is gettin' cloudy The ones that keep hurtin' me
The only ones I see vivid
Got rid of them shades now I see clearer
That bitch only bad with a filter And this is exotic, ain't drinkin' no liquor
Still f*cked on me, ain't give f*ck bout her nigga
Still f*cked the gang, I ain't thinkin' bout Joe Blow
I don't want you, you ain't browner than Coco
I ain't tryna f*ck a finna go loco
Bitch, you better duck, I'm uppin' this
I'm in my feelings, can you help me?
Just give me a hug or give me kisses
And I don't wanna talk about it Cause the way these niggas dyin' off that fentanyl
Might f*ck around and get me sentenced
I'm in the trenches with my niggas
Movin' buku bricks and f*ckin' Zaza
And I swear this pound came from New Zealand
And you came back with an apology
I don't wanna talk about it, I'm sorry
But I'm still healin'
What the f*ck wrong with life? Grandpa say he livin' on borrowed time
I been f*cked up inside
My heart been clashin' with my mind
Smoke a black to feel nice
So many blues, been thinkin' bout givin' a try
Got hit in his shit and I blackened his eye
I got a big stick in the back of the ride
I got a big stick in the back of the Ro- woah, woah, woah
Lil baby was suckin' that shit too fast, bae, go slow
Baby, slow down, please
You finna f*ck up my sheets
Baby, slow down, please
I ain't cried in a minute, but the way this blunt hittin got me in my feelings
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Writer: Brendon Waid
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