Seeing lucid
Just get high instead
I can't do no friends
Feel like they want me dead
I can pull out hundred or some shots, overload them
I can't get it shipped unless it's wok, and it come sealed
Bad bitches tryna get on top, don't come in here
Told bro get close up just walk, then spin again
F*ck love you know I do her wrong
Live up to everything in these songs
I f*ck her just to get a drop
No I can't hold her that bitch gon' get gone
No facade nigga I just keep it real
Done ran up 50 it ain't take me no year
White hoe off Whitney i'm tryna disappear
I keep it with me, my nigga died without his kill
Hurt me with that I still ain't cry nigga
Try deal with pain I stay high
She drop brain oh my god
Protect your feelings with these lies
I'm off this juice tryna heal
I'm on these pills tryna get by
Heart cold I can't even feel
NES Naccho - Lucid Lyrics
NES Naccho - Lucid Lyrics
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Seeing lucid
Just get high instead
I can't do no friends
Feel like they want me dead
I can pull out hundred or some shots, overload them
I can't get it shipped unless it's wok, and it come sealed
Bad bitches tryna get on top, don't come in here
Told bro get close up just walk, then spin again
F*ck love you know I do her wrong
Live up to everything in these songs
I f*ck her just to get a drop
No I can't hold her that bitch gon' get gone
No facade nigga I just keep it real
Done ran up 50 it ain't take me no year
White hoe off Whitney i'm tryna disappear
I keep it with me, my nigga died without his kill
Hurt me with that I still ain't cry nigga
Try deal with pain I stay high
She drop brain oh my god
Protect your feelings with these lies
I'm off this juice tryna heal
I'm on these pills tryna get by
Heart cold I can't even feel
Just get high instead
I can't do no friends
Feel like they want me dead
I can pull out hundred or some shots, overload them
I can't get it shipped unless it's wok, and it come sealed
Bad bitches tryna get on top, don't come in here
Told bro get close up just walk, then spin again
F*ck love you know I do her wrong
Live up to everything in these songs
I f*ck her just to get a drop
No I can't hold her that bitch gon' get gone
No facade nigga I just keep it real
Done ran up 50 it ain't take me no year
White hoe off Whitney i'm tryna disappear
I keep it with me, my nigga died without his kill
Hurt me with that I still ain't cry nigga
Try deal with pain I stay high
She drop brain oh my god
Protect your feelings with these lies
I'm off this juice tryna heal
I'm on these pills tryna get by
Heart cold I can't even feel
Writer: Tyson Williams
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