XO
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
It only makes it worse
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
The voice a gift, a curse
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Ah, oh
It only makes it worse
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
She a blessing and a curse
She bad as fuck, but
Looks can be deceiving
She a demon
I ain't receiving blessings
Stole my heart, and
Now I learned a lesson
Never ever trust a bitch without a fucking best friend
Almost put a ring on it
Blake would be my best man
Almost caught a case
She went off the fucking deep end
Cheating on me
Saying that I was doing what she did
Had to cut her off, now
I'm barely breathing
Yeah she toxic
But I need her
What's the logic (Huh)
Where's the research
Still got memories and oversized T-shirts
And all that's left is the unsmoked reefer
Ah, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh
Oh
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
It only makes it worse
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
It only makes it worse
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
The voice a gift, a curse
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
It only makes it worse
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
The voice a gift, a curse
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Ah, oh
It only makes it worse
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
She a blessing and a curse
She bad as fuck, but
Looks can be deceiving
She a demon
I ain't receiving blessings
Stole my heart, and
Now I learned a lesson
Never ever trust a bitch without a fucking best friend
Almost put a ring on it
Blake would be my best man
Almost caught a case
She went off the fucking deep end
Cheating on me
Saying that I was doing what she did
Had to cut her off, now
I'm barely breathing
Yeah she toxic
But I need her
What's the logic (Huh)
Where's the research
Still got memories and oversized T-shirts
And all that's left is the unsmoked reefer
Ah, oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh
Oh
Ah, oh
Oh
Oh
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
It only makes it worse
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
It only makes it worse
X, O
Guess it's on to the next hoe
Let's go
Smoke a bowl by the backroad
Ride slow
Keep the demons out my mental
Spit my soul on a verse
The voice a gift, a curse
Credits
Writer(s): Davis Glanton
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