Still
This ain't for day light living
Waistline trippin
Fuck about love
I ain't got it in a minute
I don't like to waste time
Or call it how it isn't
I just Put it on bounce
Til it counts
Then I'm out
See I wanna kill myself on the regular
Gotta thank X for the degular
Do it for the blood like I'm
Said I do it for the blood.
And I still get the I still get the gold
Silver gone kill me if I don't
Yea I'm still into I'm still in T.O.
Guess I really, guess I like the cold
And I still, I still get the.
Please don't make me mad
Ima have to turn wolf Ima turn sav
Age ain't nothin but a number
And I like my numbers stacked
Yea, gotta make it count
And my brothers had to leave me but I know they'll be
I still carry everybody that don't care bout me
And I know just what they thinkin tryna empathize
I'm just tryna hit some yoga with the baby moms
And my ex be actin icy way she skatin off
And my next be actin spicy way she sweat me off
See I really think she like me how she hatin good
So I'm tryna make her
Said I'm tryna, yeah I'll
Put her in the gold
Mama gone kill me if I don't
I'm so into, I'm so into you
Guess I really, guess I like the cold
Fuck a lil depression
Gotta be strong
I'm still on I'm still on my twos
Me myself and I, nobu
Me myself and I, no boo
Waistline trippin
Fuck about love
I ain't got it in a minute
I don't like to waste time
Or call it how it isn't
I just Put it on bounce
Til it counts
Then I'm out
See I wanna kill myself on the regular
Gotta thank X for the degular
Do it for the blood like I'm
Said I do it for the blood.
And I still get the I still get the gold
Silver gone kill me if I don't
Yea I'm still into I'm still in T.O.
Guess I really, guess I like the cold
And I still, I still get the.
Please don't make me mad
Ima have to turn wolf Ima turn sav
Age ain't nothin but a number
And I like my numbers stacked
Yea, gotta make it count
And my brothers had to leave me but I know they'll be
I still carry everybody that don't care bout me
And I know just what they thinkin tryna empathize
I'm just tryna hit some yoga with the baby moms
And my ex be actin icy way she skatin off
And my next be actin spicy way she sweat me off
See I really think she like me how she hatin good
So I'm tryna make her
Said I'm tryna, yeah I'll
Put her in the gold
Mama gone kill me if I don't
I'm so into, I'm so into you
Guess I really, guess I like the cold
Fuck a lil depression
Gotta be strong
I'm still on I'm still on my twos
Me myself and I, nobu
Me myself and I, no boo
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Writer(s): Joeman Martin
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