Maddy wasn't Maddy when she drank up all the medicine
She triple dosed the benylin her tolerance ain't feminine
She crawling off of Satan thinking 'bout the dance she had with him
She prays but she had her sin, she's brave but she's battling
Her demons as they pin her to the ground yeah
Yeah she's broken and broken's how I found her
And I tried to fix the bitch but she's trying to slit her wrists
Low-key know the bitch is sick that's how I found her
So don't you sip my stroop don't you sip my f*cking stroop bitch
Don't you sip my lean bet you thought that I was stupid
Don't you sip my stroop don't you sip my f*cking stroop bitch
Don't you sip my lean bet you thought that I was stupid
Maddy wasn't Maddy when she drank up all the stroop yeah
That shit wasn't cool yeah, don't know what to do yeah
I know I'm always grumpy let you know that I do care
I'm there for you like food stamps I need you, where are you at
Nice to get lonely even for an orgy I needed some codeine no female to hold me
But still keep it low-key won't show all my homies the love that you show me I own you you own me
F*ck a Bonnie and Clyde yeah, we'll be Bobby and Whitney
Always keep the drugs with me, we get thrown like a Frisbee
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
I love what I do
I love making music
I love that the people love what I do
Uhm then there's a side to it that uhm
Is a little more than one can take at times
You know there's a lot of demands
Made upon an artist who has a product out that you must support
If you care anything about it at all
Uhm and then there's the press you know and you have to deal with that
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Dizzie Daze - Maddy (Futuristic Druggie) Lyrics
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Maddy wasn't Maddy when she drank up all the medicine
She triple dosed the benylin her tolerance ain't feminine
She crawling off of Satan thinking 'bout the dance she had with him
She prays but she had her sin, she's brave but she's battling
Her demons as they pin her to the ground yeah
Yeah she's broken and broken's how I found her
And I tried to fix the bitch but she's trying to slit her wrists
Low-key know the bitch is sick that's how I found her
So don't you sip my stroop don't you sip my f*cking stroop bitch
Don't you sip my lean bet you thought that I was stupid
Don't you sip my stroop don't you sip my f*cking stroop bitch
Don't you sip my lean bet you thought that I was stupid
Maddy wasn't Maddy when she drank up all the stroop yeah
That shit wasn't cool yeah, don't know what to do yeah
I know I'm always grumpy let you know that I do care
I'm there for you like food stamps I need you, where are you at
Nice to get lonely even for an orgy I needed some codeine no female to hold me
But still keep it low-key won't show all my homies the love that you show me I own you you own me
F*ck a Bonnie and Clyde yeah, we'll be Bobby and Whitney
Always keep the drugs with me, we get thrown like a Frisbee
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
I love what I do
I love making music
I love that the people love what I do
Uhm then there's a side to it that uhm
Is a little more than one can take at times
You know there's a lot of demands
Made upon an artist who has a product out that you must support
If you care anything about it at all
Uhm and then there's the press you know and you have to deal with that
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
She triple dosed the benylin her tolerance ain't feminine
She crawling off of Satan thinking 'bout the dance she had with him
She prays but she had her sin, she's brave but she's battling
Her demons as they pin her to the ground yeah
Yeah she's broken and broken's how I found her
And I tried to fix the bitch but she's trying to slit her wrists
Low-key know the bitch is sick that's how I found her
So don't you sip my stroop don't you sip my f*cking stroop bitch
Don't you sip my lean bet you thought that I was stupid
Don't you sip my stroop don't you sip my f*cking stroop bitch
Don't you sip my lean bet you thought that I was stupid
Maddy wasn't Maddy when she drank up all the stroop yeah
That shit wasn't cool yeah, don't know what to do yeah
I know I'm always grumpy let you know that I do care
I'm there for you like food stamps I need you, where are you at
Nice to get lonely even for an orgy I needed some codeine no female to hold me
But still keep it low-key won't show all my homies the love that you show me I own you you own me
F*ck a Bonnie and Clyde yeah, we'll be Bobby and Whitney
Always keep the drugs with me, we get thrown like a Frisbee
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
I love what I do
I love making music
I love that the people love what I do
Uhm then there's a side to it that uhm
Is a little more than one can take at times
You know there's a lot of demands
Made upon an artist who has a product out that you must support
If you care anything about it at all
Uhm and then there's the press you know and you have to deal with that
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Won't you be my Whitney and I could be your Bobby
Fiending for your body please don't tell nobody
Get high like twelve Whitney's yeah futuristic Bobby
Futuristic druggie it's cool if you don't love me
Writer: Aggrey Chiumia, Modisa Keerate
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