Lucid Dreams
Tired!
Slurry speech fuckin up your speakers
Younger version of me really preaching
Blasting off just as we speaking
Imitating your lucid dreams and
Glitters killing off your fuckin hitters
Called my only bitch, man I missed her
Put that face down in those sheets and
Haha, listen
Shivering, baby, I feel you peaking
Fluids running out your system
Let's take more molly and we trippin
So sexy when you fuckin hissing
Or how on the sheets you be gripping
Cum on your face, fuck it's drippin
Sweat!
(Wet! Wet!)
Running down your mothafuckin chest
Fuck, she might need a life vest
Hand on your throat and I'm fucking squeezing, oh no no
See your cornea, fuck living, it's the fuckin dream
Blood on my bed, we ain't missing, let's not fuckin clean
Tied up, look at you fuckin fishin
And I'm going in, in
Oh no...
Oh no...
Tired!
Slurry speech fuckin up your speakers
Younger version of me really preaching
Blasting off just as we speaking
Imitating your lucid dreams and
Glitters killing off your fuckin hitters
Called my only bitch, man I missed her
Put that face down in those sheets and
Hah, listen
Man don't wanna live, no more
Don't wanna trust, again
Told my bitch that I need my friends
Callin in and I'm feeling sick
Baby please don't go home
Whatcha mean I'm fuckin gone
Smoke a couple hits of the joint
Talking to Dani & he's boinked
Rag sittin in the fucking back
Zee got a fucking heart attack
Told this bitch to be gettin in (get in bitch)
Oh no fuck that shit
Slurry speech fuckin up your speakers
Younger version of me really preaching
Blasting off just as we speaking
Imitating your lucid dreams and
Glitters killing off your fuckin hitters
Called my only bitch, man I missed her
Put that face down in those sheets and
Haha, listen
Shivering, baby, I feel you peaking
Fluids running out your system
Let's take more molly and we trippin
So sexy when you fuckin hissing
Or how on the sheets you be gripping
Cum on your face, fuck it's drippin
Sweat!
(Wet! Wet!)
Running down your mothafuckin chest
Fuck, she might need a life vest
Hand on your throat and I'm fucking squeezing, oh no no
See your cornea, fuck living, it's the fuckin dream
Blood on my bed, we ain't missing, let's not fuckin clean
Tied up, look at you fuckin fishin
And I'm going in, in
Oh no...
Oh no...
Tired!
Slurry speech fuckin up your speakers
Younger version of me really preaching
Blasting off just as we speaking
Imitating your lucid dreams and
Glitters killing off your fuckin hitters
Called my only bitch, man I missed her
Put that face down in those sheets and
Hah, listen
Man don't wanna live, no more
Don't wanna trust, again
Told my bitch that I need my friends
Callin in and I'm feeling sick
Baby please don't go home
Whatcha mean I'm fuckin gone
Smoke a couple hits of the joint
Talking to Dani & he's boinked
Rag sittin in the fucking back
Zee got a fucking heart attack
Told this bitch to be gettin in (get in bitch)
Oh no fuck that shit
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Writer(s): Sirsam
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