The Lost Section

Four more hits got me tired on the road
Three more shots, hope I make it to the show
Two more pills got me shaky on the low
One more line and my eyes gon close
One missed call from the phone back home
Two new texts from the girl with my soul
Three dm's comin up on my phone
Four facetimes everybody wanna know

Yeah they wanna know where we been
Like shit been such a secret
I just hit ignore actin like I'm playin defense
Really ain't believe it, life with the demons
Livin like this, ain't shit move in sequence
Fast money, fast car, fast life
White bitch off drugs all night
Black rims, black paint, no lights
New clothes, new shoes, new ice
Got drugs, got cash, fuck love
Got this, got that, new plug
Bad bitch, sad bitch, all lust
Did this, did that, don't judge

Four more hits got me tired on the road
Three more shots, hope I make it to the show
Two more pills got me shaky on the low
One more line and my eyes gon close
One missed call from the phone back home
Two new texts from the girl with my soul
Three dm's comin up on my phone
Four facetimes everybody wanna know

And in the hills baby, it ain't what It seem
Thought I turned a nightmare into a dream
But the devil wearin gucci or supreme
Gettin fucked off coke and lean
And bitches naked at a party, kush and that bacardi
Ain't a church in sight, you just live and say sorry
Love comes hardly, gotta choose smartly
But when you this high, everything look sparkly

Four more hits got me tired on the road
Three more shots, hope I make it to the show
Two more pills got me shaky on the low
One more line and my eyes gon close
One missed call from the phone back home
Two new texts from the girl with my soul
Three dm's comin up on my phone
Four facetimes everybody wanna know



Credits
Writer(s): Kross Irwin
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