Till im Gone

I don't want an episode now, yeah, yeah
Treat it like it's medical now, uh
Gotta pour another one
I'm poppin' 'em
Cause I'm

Getting faded 'till I'm gone
Lotta copies, but you know I'm number one
Drifting through the valley and she want it, so it's on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta thank the Father and the Son, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you better stop, oh my God

Wish I could be chilling by the lake side
Always under pressure; it's a late night
She keep asking, but I don't know what to say, right
So I'm heading out, I told the girl to stay
Oh my God
Yeah, I'm done
I never thought
When they see me with the rolley they gon' know that shit is bought, yeah
You don't really wanna hear about the shit I've done, yeah
7000 thousand hours, but it's like I've just begun, yeah

I don't want an episode now, yeah, yeah
Treat it like it's medical now, uh
Gotta pour another one
I'm poppin' 'em
Cause I'm

Getting faded 'till I'm gone
Lotta copies, but you know I'm number one
Drifting through the valley and she want it, so it's on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta thank the Father and the Son, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you better stop, oh my God
Push it to the limit, now stop, uh
Half the day I'm swerving different women, I'm stuck, yeah
Deeper in the cut like it's a scimitar, uh, yeah
Don't be asking questions 'bout my business, I'm stuffed
Oh my God

Ask for help but no one understands me
So I act like all I want is candy
Diabetic, gotta keep the sugar handy
Got me passing out, I'm really on my way
Oh my God
Yeah, I'm done
I never thought
I'd be putting double digits on the motherfucking board, yeah
Dominate the game like I'm addicted to the sport, yeah
Steps are feeling heavy; I'm a giant on the court, yeah

I don't want an episode now, yeah, yeah
Treat it like it's medical now, uh
Gotta pour another one
I'm poppin' 'em
Cause I'm

Getting faded 'till I'm gone
Lotta copies, but you know I'm number one
Drifting through the valley and she want it, so it's on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta thank the Father and the Son, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you better stop, oh my God
Push it to the limit, now stop, uh
Half the day I'm swerving different women, I'm stuck, yeah
Deeper in the cut like it's a scimitar, uh, yeah
Don't be asking questions 'bout my business, I'm stuffed

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Answers, I need answers
'Cause Everyday I cause a new disaster
I'm coming with the ammo like a blaster
I'm coming with the ammo like a blaster

Getting faded 'till I'm gone
Lotta copies, but you know I'm number one
Drifting through the valley and she want it, so it's on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta thank the Father and the Son, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you better stop
'Till I'm gone
Lotta copies, but you know I'm number one
Drifting through the valley and she want it, so it's on, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta thank the Father and the Son, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you better stop, oh my God



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Writer(s): Xxl Hara
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