Cranberry
Cranberry vodka rasberry in my juice
Cranberry vodka touch of sprit in my juice
You can't touch and no you can't look
I be talking to myself sometimes
I be wondering what goes on your mind
Pain and hard feelings
Make you taste my medicine
I got no hate yea i'm mixing my drink
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
Puffing on a backwood while i'm mixing my drink
I know your dead inside
I can tell from those eyes
He took your soul
Yea he dranked it all
Just like the devil
So hot and cold
Hardly breathable
It's out of control
He will hush you away
He will eat you up
Crumbles in hes stomac
Crush you like a nut
Can't get out that easy
Yea hes like a drug
That morphine extasy shit
He can lift you up
You can never get to me
Yea you fucking lost
I got you out of my vains
Free'd my heart to God
Yea it went to heaven
That attack was tought
But i crossed the border
I got my fresh start
I can call games over
It's a win of hearts it's game over
Just like checkmate yea your over
It's a win of hearts it's game over
Cranberry vodka touch of sprit in my juice
You can't touch and no you can't look
I be talking to myself sometimes
I be wondering what goes on your mind
Pain and hard feelings
Make you taste my medicine
I got no hate yea i'm mixing my drink
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
Puffing on a backwood while i'm mixing my drink
Once you run out of him
Your body will shrink
Shaking it up in here
Makes you move funny
You'll want more of him
You'll feel addicted
But once you pass the shives
Your eyes will open
Realize how he was a clown
How he lost a queen
I'm about to shake the town
You can't handle me
Now i'm about to rise
Yea i got my wings
I'll fly to paradise
You ain't coming with me
Cranberry vodka touch of sprit in my juice
You can't touch me and no you can't even look
I be talking to myself sometimes
I be wondering what goes on your mind
Pain and hard feelings
Make you taste my medicine
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
Puffin on a backwood i'm mixing my drink
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
No hate no hate i'm mixing my drink
Puffing on a backwood hustling were ready
You can't handle me you won't handle me
Yea i'm fucking ready
You can't handle it
Yea you can't handle it
Ouhhhhh
You fooled yourself
Baby you'll regret everything
And that i can promise you
Your such a fucking fool
Cranberry vodka touch of sprit in my juice
You can't touch and no you can't look
I be talking to myself sometimes
I be wondering what goes on your mind
Pain and hard feelings
Make you taste my medicine
I got no hate yea i'm mixing my drink
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
Puffing on a backwood while i'm mixing my drink
I know your dead inside
I can tell from those eyes
He took your soul
Yea he dranked it all
Just like the devil
So hot and cold
Hardly breathable
It's out of control
He will hush you away
He will eat you up
Crumbles in hes stomac
Crush you like a nut
Can't get out that easy
Yea hes like a drug
That morphine extasy shit
He can lift you up
You can never get to me
Yea you fucking lost
I got you out of my vains
Free'd my heart to God
Yea it went to heaven
That attack was tought
But i crossed the border
I got my fresh start
I can call games over
It's a win of hearts it's game over
Just like checkmate yea your over
It's a win of hearts it's game over
Cranberry vodka touch of sprit in my juice
You can't touch and no you can't look
I be talking to myself sometimes
I be wondering what goes on your mind
Pain and hard feelings
Make you taste my medicine
I got no hate yea i'm mixing my drink
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
Puffing on a backwood while i'm mixing my drink
Once you run out of him
Your body will shrink
Shaking it up in here
Makes you move funny
You'll want more of him
You'll feel addicted
But once you pass the shives
Your eyes will open
Realize how he was a clown
How he lost a queen
I'm about to shake the town
You can't handle me
Now i'm about to rise
Yea i got my wings
I'll fly to paradise
You ain't coming with me
Cranberry vodka touch of sprit in my juice
You can't touch me and no you can't even look
I be talking to myself sometimes
I be wondering what goes on your mind
Pain and hard feelings
Make you taste my medicine
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
Puffin on a backwood i'm mixing my drink
I got no hate while i'm mixing my drink
No hate no hate i'm mixing my drink
Puffing on a backwood hustling were ready
You can't handle me you won't handle me
Yea i'm fucking ready
You can't handle it
Yea you can't handle it
Ouhhhhh
You fooled yourself
Baby you'll regret everything
And that i can promise you
Your such a fucking fool
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Writer(s): Demone Rose
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