Morningstar
Pick up the phone
Took too much shit
Man I think I can float
Man I swear I don't know
Where the fuck did we go?
Took too much shit
Bitch pick up the phone
Ten chains
Whip cocaine
Good drank
Got me moving slow man
Pretty bitches
Playin' in the snow
Wait
Hundred thousand
Layin' on the floor
Demon knocking
Fiendin' at my door
Tell me that she leaving
I ignore
The party don't stop
Until I'm bored
I re-up on a thot
And that's for sure
Got a lot of lean and percocet
I'm popping tags
Ballin' 23, rest in peace
I do the dash
Bad bitch on my seat
Smoking on that gas
Perky, I keep that on me
Them demons on my ass
Schemin' everyday
Threw my old hoe in the trash
Homie caught a case
Fuck 12 I'm on they ass
I ain't gotta chase
I got bitches by the stack
Gucci on my waist
I stay with the strap
Pick up the phone
Took too much shit
Man I think I can float
Man I swear I don't know
Where the fuck did we go?
Took too much shit
Bitch pick up the phone
Wading in the water
Got no service overseas
I lost control
Can't find no peace
I would pick up the phone
When I'm falling apart
And she feelin' alone
So I think Ima spark
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Took too much shit
I ain't making it home
So when you get this message
Play it back so you know
I ain't dead yet
But the feeling is close
Pick up the phone
Took too much shit
Man I think I can float
Man I swear I don't know
Where the fuck did we go?
Took too much shit
Bitch pick up the phone
Took too much shit
Man I think I can float
Man I swear I don't know
Where the fuck did we go?
Took too much shit
Bitch pick up the phone
Ten chains
Whip cocaine
Good drank
Got me moving slow man
Pretty bitches
Playin' in the snow
Wait
Hundred thousand
Layin' on the floor
Demon knocking
Fiendin' at my door
Tell me that she leaving
I ignore
The party don't stop
Until I'm bored
I re-up on a thot
And that's for sure
Got a lot of lean and percocet
I'm popping tags
Ballin' 23, rest in peace
I do the dash
Bad bitch on my seat
Smoking on that gas
Perky, I keep that on me
Them demons on my ass
Schemin' everyday
Threw my old hoe in the trash
Homie caught a case
Fuck 12 I'm on they ass
I ain't gotta chase
I got bitches by the stack
Gucci on my waist
I stay with the strap
Pick up the phone
Took too much shit
Man I think I can float
Man I swear I don't know
Where the fuck did we go?
Took too much shit
Bitch pick up the phone
Wading in the water
Got no service overseas
I lost control
Can't find no peace
I would pick up the phone
When I'm falling apart
And she feelin' alone
So I think Ima spark
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Took too much shit
I ain't making it home
So when you get this message
Play it back so you know
I ain't dead yet
But the feeling is close
Pick up the phone
Took too much shit
Man I think I can float
Man I swear I don't know
Where the fuck did we go?
Took too much shit
Bitch pick up the phone
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Writer(s): Rudy Lamerique
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