Ex-Tacy
Took an ex-tacy
Now I'm feelin' low
Fuck feelin' high
I would rather die alone
I keep wondering everyday if you dream of me
And if you do, do you feel like you did shit to me?
Cuz if you don't, you ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And I don't care what anybody has to say to me
Cuz I be going lil' crazy
Lately
I ain't got nowhere to go lately
Everybody lookin' crazy
Lately
I don't know how longer I can take it
Maybe
I thought if I'd be here I won't give a fuck about it
I left my city clean instead of sockin' fuckboys out it
I had a lil' bitch try to come and start a riot
I had no idea
I said bring it HE backed up out it
Now SHE says she had stopped a big fight
But let's be honest
You guys know that I ain't bout that life
And that's the promise
But try to come and swing on me first
You better dial it
911 for the violence
Took an ex-tacy
Now I'm feelin' low
Fuck feelin' high
I would rather die alone
I keep wondering everyday if you dream of me
And if you do, do you feel like you did shit to me?
Cuz if you don't, you ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And I don't care what anybody has to say to me
I had a blade in my pocket for 7 days straight
I felt like shit I couldn't see the end of this damn way
Aligned it with my wrist got me feelin' type of ways
Couldn't ask if I'm okay?
Okay
Lemme take you to my brain
Money, cars, champaign
Bitches I'm finna refrain
Ain't no fuckers entertained
Motherfucker from my homeland
Tryna fight you insane?
In my city I'm the king
My homies they rollin' in flames
Rarris
Lambos
Cashin them checks
50s and 100s
I need to invest
Nobody to impress
Just a bitch to finesse
And just fuck the depression
Earning shit just to flex
And I ain't even stressing
Watch me watch rolexes
Buy a rarri to crash it
250 on my dashes
Ain't meeting god so bless you
Keep your business to self
Don't try to hound on homies
We might just treat you special
Took an ex-tacy
Now I'm feelin' low
Fuck feelin' high
I would rather die alone
I keep wondering everyday if you dream of me (Even if you don't)
And if you do, do you feel like you did shit to me? (I don't give a fuck)
Cuz if you don't, you ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And I don't care what anybody has to say to me
Now I'm feelin' low
Fuck feelin' high
I would rather die alone
I keep wondering everyday if you dream of me
And if you do, do you feel like you did shit to me?
Cuz if you don't, you ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And I don't care what anybody has to say to me
Cuz I be going lil' crazy
Lately
I ain't got nowhere to go lately
Everybody lookin' crazy
Lately
I don't know how longer I can take it
Maybe
I thought if I'd be here I won't give a fuck about it
I left my city clean instead of sockin' fuckboys out it
I had a lil' bitch try to come and start a riot
I had no idea
I said bring it HE backed up out it
Now SHE says she had stopped a big fight
But let's be honest
You guys know that I ain't bout that life
And that's the promise
But try to come and swing on me first
You better dial it
911 for the violence
Took an ex-tacy
Now I'm feelin' low
Fuck feelin' high
I would rather die alone
I keep wondering everyday if you dream of me
And if you do, do you feel like you did shit to me?
Cuz if you don't, you ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And I don't care what anybody has to say to me
I had a blade in my pocket for 7 days straight
I felt like shit I couldn't see the end of this damn way
Aligned it with my wrist got me feelin' type of ways
Couldn't ask if I'm okay?
Okay
Lemme take you to my brain
Money, cars, champaign
Bitches I'm finna refrain
Ain't no fuckers entertained
Motherfucker from my homeland
Tryna fight you insane?
In my city I'm the king
My homies they rollin' in flames
Rarris
Lambos
Cashin them checks
50s and 100s
I need to invest
Nobody to impress
Just a bitch to finesse
And just fuck the depression
Earning shit just to flex
And I ain't even stressing
Watch me watch rolexes
Buy a rarri to crash it
250 on my dashes
Ain't meeting god so bless you
Keep your business to self
Don't try to hound on homies
We might just treat you special
Took an ex-tacy
Now I'm feelin' low
Fuck feelin' high
I would rather die alone
I keep wondering everyday if you dream of me (Even if you don't)
And if you do, do you feel like you did shit to me? (I don't give a fuck)
Cuz if you don't, you ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And I don't care what anybody has to say to me
Credits
Writer(s): Mauryan Toor
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