Leave Me Bleeding by the Sea
Smoking blunts on blunts, while driving
Like I'm in the starfleet
Burberry hoes on my back
I've got money, don't keep track
Yeah, I've got money, don't keep track
Leave me bleeding by the sea
If you feel like wasting me
I'm a ghost, you ghosted me
It's ok you made me free
I can still smell you, baby
I wish you go to hell too, baby
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
Leave me bleeding by the sea
If you feel like wasting me
I'm a ghost, you ghosted me
It's ok you made me free
I can still smell you, baby
I wish you go to hell too, baby
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
Got my whole crew going guac
Posing with the brand new Glock
We like, geeked up, GDP
Up in flames, running free
Drive expensive cars with mason jars
Porn stars, xanny bars
We going far
Stoner lungs, like Jafar
Reaching for the lighter in the back seat
Smoking blunts on blunts while driving
Like I'm in the starfleet
Burberry hoes on my back
I've got money, don't keep track
Yeah, I've got money, don't keep track
Got my whole crew in the dirt
They still fucking with the skirt
They like, geeked up, GDP
Up in flames, running free
Geeked up, AK-47
My homies belong in heaven
That's the AK-47
Up in flames, running free
Like I'm in the starfleet
Burberry hoes on my back
I've got money, don't keep track
Yeah, I've got money, don't keep track
Leave me bleeding by the sea
If you feel like wasting me
I'm a ghost, you ghosted me
It's ok you made me free
I can still smell you, baby
I wish you go to hell too, baby
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
Leave me bleeding by the sea
If you feel like wasting me
I'm a ghost, you ghosted me
It's ok you made me free
I can still smell you, baby
I wish you go to hell too, baby
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
I wanna be hated by you
As long as my drugs come through
Got my whole crew going guac
Posing with the brand new Glock
We like, geeked up, GDP
Up in flames, running free
Drive expensive cars with mason jars
Porn stars, xanny bars
We going far
Stoner lungs, like Jafar
Reaching for the lighter in the back seat
Smoking blunts on blunts while driving
Like I'm in the starfleet
Burberry hoes on my back
I've got money, don't keep track
Yeah, I've got money, don't keep track
Got my whole crew in the dirt
They still fucking with the skirt
They like, geeked up, GDP
Up in flames, running free
Geeked up, AK-47
My homies belong in heaven
That's the AK-47
Up in flames, running free
Credits
Writer(s): Viktor Mossbäck Nordström
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