Nostalgia
Talking to myself
I think a found my missing meaning
Pick your phone up
Or go pick your poison
I don't need you
I knew I was wrong
The moment I was barely breathing
Thinking of the times
Me and the woes would trip on weekends
No we do it every summer
Peaking as the sun up
Once I talked to god he said
Don't forget ya momma
Call her fore you roll up
Now I'm faded
Fuck you praying right
If I'm not ya favorite
Then I'd die before I say it twice
I say it like
I bring heaven right up to the studio
All I ever wanted
Was to see how fast your booty go
Don't treat me wrong
You could make a video
Wit all of that
Don't tell me you love me
I don't blame you
I don't blame you
I don't
And we
Outside with the
With the funk
Yea we
Outside
Wit the with the
Outside
We don't ever ever
Give fuck
What you want
We just run it up
Hit a lick
On a chump
Just to get the bucks
From the east side
Outside wit the funk
We don't ever ever slip
You know what's up
So if I do
You know what's up
I was walking down the block
I still remember to this day
It was me and Slushie hanging
We don't bang but keep it safe
Couple niggas started problems
Almost had to let spray
To tell the truth if we had blew
Then I'd have never been the same
Another bottle at the bottom
Add to my list of problems
If ever planned to solve em
I'd be dead... by tomorrow
Never needed inner peace
War is only for the weak
Stuck in the middle like Malcolm
I like everything in threes
Pussy money and the power
Molly sex and then a shower
Washing my sins like Moses
Mother marry
Hail Mary Mary Mary
All my demons too scary scary scary
Seeing faces as walk thru the night
God on me I could neva do right
Heat on me ima need new ice
Give a Fuck
What you want
We just run it up
Hit a lick
On a chump
Just to get the bucks
From the east side
Outside wit the funk
We don't ever ever slip
You know what's up
So if I do
You know what's up
Give fuck
What you want
We just run it up
Hit a lick
On a chump
Just to get the bucks
From the east side
Outside wit the funk
We don't ever ever slip
You know what's up
So if I do
You know what's up
I think a found my missing meaning
Pick your phone up
Or go pick your poison
I don't need you
I knew I was wrong
The moment I was barely breathing
Thinking of the times
Me and the woes would trip on weekends
No we do it every summer
Peaking as the sun up
Once I talked to god he said
Don't forget ya momma
Call her fore you roll up
Now I'm faded
Fuck you praying right
If I'm not ya favorite
Then I'd die before I say it twice
I say it like
I bring heaven right up to the studio
All I ever wanted
Was to see how fast your booty go
Don't treat me wrong
You could make a video
Wit all of that
Don't tell me you love me
I don't blame you
I don't blame you
I don't
And we
Outside with the
With the funk
Yea we
Outside
Wit the with the
Outside
We don't ever ever
Give fuck
What you want
We just run it up
Hit a lick
On a chump
Just to get the bucks
From the east side
Outside wit the funk
We don't ever ever slip
You know what's up
So if I do
You know what's up
I was walking down the block
I still remember to this day
It was me and Slushie hanging
We don't bang but keep it safe
Couple niggas started problems
Almost had to let spray
To tell the truth if we had blew
Then I'd have never been the same
Another bottle at the bottom
Add to my list of problems
If ever planned to solve em
I'd be dead... by tomorrow
Never needed inner peace
War is only for the weak
Stuck in the middle like Malcolm
I like everything in threes
Pussy money and the power
Molly sex and then a shower
Washing my sins like Moses
Mother marry
Hail Mary Mary Mary
All my demons too scary scary scary
Seeing faces as walk thru the night
God on me I could neva do right
Heat on me ima need new ice
Give a Fuck
What you want
We just run it up
Hit a lick
On a chump
Just to get the bucks
From the east side
Outside wit the funk
We don't ever ever slip
You know what's up
So if I do
You know what's up
Give fuck
What you want
We just run it up
Hit a lick
On a chump
Just to get the bucks
From the east side
Outside wit the funk
We don't ever ever slip
You know what's up
So if I do
You know what's up
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Writer(s): Logan Bell
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