90 Whisky Shots / H8thashee
Started off as something
That we love and kinda cherish each day
Holding hands and pretend that
Everything that we love is the same
Holding hands and smiling to
Each other even on our worse day
But time will tell how much
We trying our hardest to behave
Cause that day eventually came
That we can't hide it again
Arguing from everything
That is wise to smart to dumb to stupid
I can never tell you how much less
I think of you when you say
You can never understand why
I think is right that you will do stay
Little longer than the usual
I will be back on Sunday someday
Or we never see again
I'm busy with a lot right now bae
Oh yeah am a dog but you know
I cannot chase a woman
Either you are in my life or
You don't stand a chance I cannot rephrase
Don't you get too hyped there's
Nothing in my life I cannot replace
Password in my phone and the one
In my credit card is the same
After we fight again again again
I know you about to revenge
Am at the atm making sure
That my card will still dispense
Block you everywhere
Just to make sure you ain't reaching me
I went after goal
That's when you went after richer men
Yeah
Wrong city wrong time
Don't see me long time
Just ring me one time stop
Calling four times
You know I hate that shit
Ugh
I hate that she
Don't relate and shit
To the music that
I create and shit
But still air that shit
Bitch get the songs off your stories
You don't hear that shit
That fake ass shit
Looking for a state I could stay in
To help my mind state and it's shaping
Where the fuck the tour guide take me
No am not paying for a place
That am feeling Misplaced in
All that five star heck
No am not spending that check
On no showers and fake meal
Ohh
You know I hate that shit
Ugh
I hate that she
Don't relate and shit
To the music that
I create and shit
But still air that shit
Bitch get the songs off your stories
You don't hear that shit
That fake ass shit
Am not leaving a home
Just to live in a road
If I live in a road then it leads to a home
And I
Fist bumping the fires
Leaving it cold
Fuck all these reaching in phones
Hope am reaching a soul
Fuck all these preaching in songs
My niggas gat to
Make it out of Leaches and holes
You know how it goes and I
Just feed souls then I ghost
That we love and kinda cherish each day
Holding hands and pretend that
Everything that we love is the same
Holding hands and smiling to
Each other even on our worse day
But time will tell how much
We trying our hardest to behave
Cause that day eventually came
That we can't hide it again
Arguing from everything
That is wise to smart to dumb to stupid
I can never tell you how much less
I think of you when you say
You can never understand why
I think is right that you will do stay
Little longer than the usual
I will be back on Sunday someday
Or we never see again
I'm busy with a lot right now bae
Oh yeah am a dog but you know
I cannot chase a woman
Either you are in my life or
You don't stand a chance I cannot rephrase
Don't you get too hyped there's
Nothing in my life I cannot replace
Password in my phone and the one
In my credit card is the same
After we fight again again again
I know you about to revenge
Am at the atm making sure
That my card will still dispense
Block you everywhere
Just to make sure you ain't reaching me
I went after goal
That's when you went after richer men
Yeah
Wrong city wrong time
Don't see me long time
Just ring me one time stop
Calling four times
You know I hate that shit
Ugh
I hate that she
Don't relate and shit
To the music that
I create and shit
But still air that shit
Bitch get the songs off your stories
You don't hear that shit
That fake ass shit
Looking for a state I could stay in
To help my mind state and it's shaping
Where the fuck the tour guide take me
No am not paying for a place
That am feeling Misplaced in
All that five star heck
No am not spending that check
On no showers and fake meal
Ohh
You know I hate that shit
Ugh
I hate that she
Don't relate and shit
To the music that
I create and shit
But still air that shit
Bitch get the songs off your stories
You don't hear that shit
That fake ass shit
Am not leaving a home
Just to live in a road
If I live in a road then it leads to a home
And I
Fist bumping the fires
Leaving it cold
Fuck all these reaching in phones
Hope am reaching a soul
Fuck all these preaching in songs
My niggas gat to
Make it out of Leaches and holes
You know how it goes and I
Just feed souls then I ghost
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Writer(s): Latino Perrico
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