When I'm high as f*ck I be thinking bout you
It's so sad like damn, you ain't see us through
Just give me a minute I'm chasin' a bag for me and you
But would you ride for me if I came back home and told you bad news?
Now that you blocked my phone I'm thinking my life without you
How you gon' f*ck a fag?
I'm yellin' out f*ck you
Put that on my bro I'm fina get mad and come find you
I'm getting so sad, it was supposed to be bout' me and you
I don't give a f*ck ima mention this uh, I'm shameless
I remember back then I use to preach about uh, getting famous
I'm tryna pay for your purse, your hair , your nails, your eyes, your toes
Baby I got what you need don't worry I'll cover the maintenance
Heart is so cold I've been fried
I'm dizzy I'm losing my sight
Can't bare when I look in your eyes
And I can't even lie I've had this shit in my mind for a while
F.B.I I look at my files
She see why I left her a smile
She said she haven't done this in a while
Would you be my ride or die?
Or would you rather die?
I can't decide
Can't put my pride to the side
How could I call you mine when you not even mine?
How could I give you my trust when all you be doing is lyin'?
If I left you outside it's colder inside
If I ever did wrong then tell me, don't want you be going outside
Said that you love me then show me
She say, jtienz you better disown me
When I'm high as f*ck I be thinking bout you
It's so sad like damn, you ain't see us through
Just give me a minute I'm chasin' a bag for me and you
But would you ride for me if I came back home and told you bad news?
Now that you blocked my phone I'm thinking my life without you
How you gon' f*ck a fag?
I'm yellin' out f*ck you
Put that on my bro I'm fina get mad and come find you
I'm getting so sad, it was supposed to be bout' me and you
I don't give a f*ck ima mention this uh, I'm shameless
I remember back then I use to preach about uh, getting famous
I'm tryna pay for your purse, your hair , your nails, your eyes, your toes
Don't worry I'll cover the maintenance
jtinez - Without You Lyrics
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When I'm high as f*ck I be thinking bout you
It's so sad like damn, you ain't see us through
Just give me a minute I'm chasin' a bag for me and you
But would you ride for me if I came back home and told you bad news?
Now that you blocked my phone I'm thinking my life without you
How you gon' f*ck a fag?
I'm yellin' out f*ck you
Put that on my bro I'm fina get mad and come find you
I'm getting so sad, it was supposed to be bout' me and you
I don't give a f*ck ima mention this uh, I'm shameless
I remember back then I use to preach about uh, getting famous
I'm tryna pay for your purse, your hair , your nails, your eyes, your toes
Baby I got what you need don't worry I'll cover the maintenance
Heart is so cold I've been fried
I'm dizzy I'm losing my sight
Can't bare when I look in your eyes
And I can't even lie I've had this shit in my mind for a while
F.B.I I look at my files
She see why I left her a smile
She said she haven't done this in a while
Would you be my ride or die?
Or would you rather die?
I can't decide
Can't put my pride to the side
How could I call you mine when you not even mine?
How could I give you my trust when all you be doing is lyin'?
If I left you outside it's colder inside
If I ever did wrong then tell me, don't want you be going outside
Said that you love me then show me
She say, jtienz you better disown me
When I'm high as f*ck I be thinking bout you
It's so sad like damn, you ain't see us through
Just give me a minute I'm chasin' a bag for me and you
But would you ride for me if I came back home and told you bad news?
Now that you blocked my phone I'm thinking my life without you
How you gon' f*ck a fag?
I'm yellin' out f*ck you
Put that on my bro I'm fina get mad and come find you
I'm getting so sad, it was supposed to be bout' me and you
I don't give a f*ck ima mention this uh, I'm shameless
I remember back then I use to preach about uh, getting famous
I'm tryna pay for your purse, your hair , your nails, your eyes, your toes
Don't worry I'll cover the maintenance
It's so sad like damn, you ain't see us through
Just give me a minute I'm chasin' a bag for me and you
But would you ride for me if I came back home and told you bad news?
Now that you blocked my phone I'm thinking my life without you
How you gon' f*ck a fag?
I'm yellin' out f*ck you
Put that on my bro I'm fina get mad and come find you
I'm getting so sad, it was supposed to be bout' me and you
I don't give a f*ck ima mention this uh, I'm shameless
I remember back then I use to preach about uh, getting famous
I'm tryna pay for your purse, your hair , your nails, your eyes, your toes
Baby I got what you need don't worry I'll cover the maintenance
Heart is so cold I've been fried
I'm dizzy I'm losing my sight
Can't bare when I look in your eyes
And I can't even lie I've had this shit in my mind for a while
F.B.I I look at my files
She see why I left her a smile
She said she haven't done this in a while
Would you be my ride or die?
Or would you rather die?
I can't decide
Can't put my pride to the side
How could I call you mine when you not even mine?
How could I give you my trust when all you be doing is lyin'?
If I left you outside it's colder inside
If I ever did wrong then tell me, don't want you be going outside
Said that you love me then show me
She say, jtienz you better disown me
When I'm high as f*ck I be thinking bout you
It's so sad like damn, you ain't see us through
Just give me a minute I'm chasin' a bag for me and you
But would you ride for me if I came back home and told you bad news?
Now that you blocked my phone I'm thinking my life without you
How you gon' f*ck a fag?
I'm yellin' out f*ck you
Put that on my bro I'm fina get mad and come find you
I'm getting so sad, it was supposed to be bout' me and you
I don't give a f*ck ima mention this uh, I'm shameless
I remember back then I use to preach about uh, getting famous
I'm tryna pay for your purse, your hair , your nails, your eyes, your toes
Don't worry I'll cover the maintenance
Writer: Jesse Martinez
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