Left Me On Read
Don't know what to say when you left me on read
Don't know how to feel, I'm better off dead
Tryna stack this guap, yeah I'm tryna make this bread
Smoking so much gas, I might smoke the whole zed
I might smoke the whole zed
Smoking OG Kush in the back of the benz
In the back of the benz
I lost all my friends, I don't wanna pretend
All those hoes are fake though
Yeah I'm past it
Give a fuck about a fake hoe
Smoke a blunt and ash it
Take another Xanax
I be feeling tragic
Hop on the beat and I smash it
Drive down the street and I crash it
I be doing damage
The Ketamine I have it
The drugs yeah I have it
I don't care if they put me in a casket
Pull up in a fast whip
I'm driving so fast, I'm really gassing
Driving down the highway yeah I'm swerving through traffic
I'm just tryna make it, tryna meet up with that bad bitch
Was sober for a minute but I'm past it
So many xans in my system I can't panic
Smoke so much thrax now I don't know where I'm landing
Don't know what to say when you left me on read
Don't know how to feel, I'm better off dead
Tryna stack this guap, yeah I'm tryna make this bread
Smoking so much gas, I might smoke the whole zed
Don't know how to feel, I'm better off dead
Tryna stack this guap, yeah I'm tryna make this bread
Smoking so much gas, I might smoke the whole zed
I might smoke the whole zed
Smoking OG Kush in the back of the benz
In the back of the benz
I lost all my friends, I don't wanna pretend
All those hoes are fake though
Yeah I'm past it
Give a fuck about a fake hoe
Smoke a blunt and ash it
Take another Xanax
I be feeling tragic
Hop on the beat and I smash it
Drive down the street and I crash it
I be doing damage
The Ketamine I have it
The drugs yeah I have it
I don't care if they put me in a casket
Pull up in a fast whip
I'm driving so fast, I'm really gassing
Driving down the highway yeah I'm swerving through traffic
I'm just tryna make it, tryna meet up with that bad bitch
Was sober for a minute but I'm past it
So many xans in my system I can't panic
Smoke so much thrax now I don't know where I'm landing
Don't know what to say when you left me on read
Don't know how to feel, I'm better off dead
Tryna stack this guap, yeah I'm tryna make this bread
Smoking so much gas, I might smoke the whole zed
Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Gestrin
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