purp drank
Lately i've been exhausted
Baby I feel like I lost it
Smoking gas to cure my pain
Poppin pills took six to the brain
She hold me close it cures my pain
Gun to the face go out cobain
Hate to say I have cocaine
Snorting lines now she my bae
Smoke gas
Fuck this bitch get high as shit
Let it go
I can not deal with it
Its okay
I know im the fuck up kid
And i'm ashamed of it
Why you think I pop this shit?
To get away from my insecurities
Alone and depressed these perk do surgery
Let's have a good time pop me a 30
She lying to me whatcha you telling me
I don't do numbers and I don't do fame
Smoking my pain with my pain
She pullin' my heart out it's all gray
You tell me you love me and baby its all
Its all fake
Its all fake
Its all fucking fake
I cannot describe the way I feel about you now
But hatred and agony's what I feel when your not around
I miss my purp drank baby fill me up when i'm down
Life with you crazy I'll take another go round
I miss my purp drank baby
Fill me up when I am down
Round and round
Baby I'm down and out
Lately I can't believe what come outcha mouth
Istay LA and act like I'm not from outta town
Ex bitch said I wouldn't be shit so I found a route
Now i'm mixing purp wit the perk
Fucked up I don't know my word to my verse
I might swerve and hit curb
Living life in reverse
Like I'm not even on this earth
Ima roll up and burn
Cause bitch
I'm too turnt been countin thousand
Cause my money come first
Double it up my cup
I don't need love I need drugs
But I don't got enough
So I be hittin my plug
Yea I got the connects
Cash gotta collect
Bags already checked
Pop out in the city then it's onto the next
I'ma sad kid
With a bad bitch
Shawty on my dick and she do backflip
But she didn't want me, want me back then
When i was leaning pouring mad scripts
Now Ima rock star
Sippin wokhart
Run up on me turn his brains into pop art
I just drank four
Check play board
I don't take score but know I make more
Wake up early
Ona work day
Shawty hurt me
So we sippin dirty
Yeah that purp drank
With the perks aye
It's thirty
Fuck love let get turnt aye
Baby I feel like I lost it
Smoking gas to cure my pain
Poppin pills took six to the brain
She hold me close it cures my pain
Gun to the face go out cobain
Hate to say I have cocaine
Snorting lines now she my bae
Smoke gas
Fuck this bitch get high as shit
Let it go
I can not deal with it
Its okay
I know im the fuck up kid
And i'm ashamed of it
Why you think I pop this shit?
To get away from my insecurities
Alone and depressed these perk do surgery
Let's have a good time pop me a 30
She lying to me whatcha you telling me
I don't do numbers and I don't do fame
Smoking my pain with my pain
She pullin' my heart out it's all gray
You tell me you love me and baby its all
Its all fake
Its all fake
Its all fucking fake
I cannot describe the way I feel about you now
But hatred and agony's what I feel when your not around
I miss my purp drank baby fill me up when i'm down
Life with you crazy I'll take another go round
I miss my purp drank baby
Fill me up when I am down
Round and round
Baby I'm down and out
Lately I can't believe what come outcha mouth
Istay LA and act like I'm not from outta town
Ex bitch said I wouldn't be shit so I found a route
Now i'm mixing purp wit the perk
Fucked up I don't know my word to my verse
I might swerve and hit curb
Living life in reverse
Like I'm not even on this earth
Ima roll up and burn
Cause bitch
I'm too turnt been countin thousand
Cause my money come first
Double it up my cup
I don't need love I need drugs
But I don't got enough
So I be hittin my plug
Yea I got the connects
Cash gotta collect
Bags already checked
Pop out in the city then it's onto the next
I'ma sad kid
With a bad bitch
Shawty on my dick and she do backflip
But she didn't want me, want me back then
When i was leaning pouring mad scripts
Now Ima rock star
Sippin wokhart
Run up on me turn his brains into pop art
I just drank four
Check play board
I don't take score but know I make more
Wake up early
Ona work day
Shawty hurt me
So we sippin dirty
Yeah that purp drank
With the perks aye
It's thirty
Fuck love let get turnt aye
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Writer(s): Cole Bordwell, Jaden Roberts
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