Galt House
Ay, let that beat drop
It's Hayes from the KY, shoutout 8k in this bitch
Twenty five hoes, pile 'em up, put 'em all in the Galt House
We gon' need a Chevy Avalanche, I'ma let it all fall down
Rhinestones got the ceiling looking like the stars gon' fall down
Baby girl, eat your heart out
I done got numb to it, I can't feel it
I ain't got feelings now, they went missing
My mind can't wrap around, I don't get it
You know we gon' work it out so quit tripping
Lifestyle might leave me alone
Tell a hating ass bitch, she can leave me alone
I can't lie, I really miss my bro
We was riding around Kentucky getting way too stoned
We was smoking cigarillos out the damn elbow
Like an orthopedic office, trying to get me a bone
Like a pack of Marlboro's, gon' kill me slow
Looking back, reminiscing, couldn't afford me an o
He's like five bands up so he front me an o
We in a blacked out Beamer smoking gas, blowing o's
Nowadays everybody 'round me blowing smoke
I need an invitation to the Corvette Expo
Going stupid like I'm Bubba Gump
My bros dying, seem like one by one
Life spit you out, bubblegum
Live it right, we got one
So I quit searching for the reasons
Seeing colors, changing seasons
They keep changing on me, treason
I should get to leaving but I don't want to
Twenty five hoes, pile 'em up, put 'em all in the Galt House
We gon' need a Chevy Avalanche, I'ma let it all fall down
Rhinestones got the ceiling looking like the stars gon' fall down
Baby girl, eat your heart out
I done got numb to it, I can't feel it
I ain't got feelings now, they went missing
My mind can't wrap around, I don't get it
You know we gon' work it out so quit tripping
Lifestyle might leave me alone
Tell a hating ass bitch, she can leave me alone
I can't lie, I really miss my bro
We was riding around Kentucky getting way too stoned
Fucked up, got too damn high
Big dumb gas, Mr. KY Fried
It barely gets to me, do this shit all the time
Cop two cigarillos for the ninety nine
And sometimes this life feel like a dead end, dead end
Raining tears down on me, just lost my best friend, best friend
Champagne bottles in the Galt House, I've been stressing, stressing
If it ain't enough to take the pain away, I hope it lessens, lessens my misery
Life been weighing heavy on me so I'm like "Hey Marie"
Only thing that take the pain away is you feeling me
Twenty five hoes, pile 'em up, put 'em all in the Galt House
We gon' need a Chevy Avalanche, I'ma let it all fall down
Rhinestones got the ceiling looking like the stars gon' fall down
Baby girl, eat your heart out
I done got numb to it, I can't feel it
I ain't got feelings now, they went missing
My mind can't wrap around, I don't get it
You know we gon' work it out so quit tripping
Lifestyle might leave me alone
Tell a hating ass bitch, she can leave me alone
I can't lie, I really miss my bro
We was riding around Kentucky getting way too stoned
It's Hayes from the KY, shoutout 8k in this bitch
Twenty five hoes, pile 'em up, put 'em all in the Galt House
We gon' need a Chevy Avalanche, I'ma let it all fall down
Rhinestones got the ceiling looking like the stars gon' fall down
Baby girl, eat your heart out
I done got numb to it, I can't feel it
I ain't got feelings now, they went missing
My mind can't wrap around, I don't get it
You know we gon' work it out so quit tripping
Lifestyle might leave me alone
Tell a hating ass bitch, she can leave me alone
I can't lie, I really miss my bro
We was riding around Kentucky getting way too stoned
We was smoking cigarillos out the damn elbow
Like an orthopedic office, trying to get me a bone
Like a pack of Marlboro's, gon' kill me slow
Looking back, reminiscing, couldn't afford me an o
He's like five bands up so he front me an o
We in a blacked out Beamer smoking gas, blowing o's
Nowadays everybody 'round me blowing smoke
I need an invitation to the Corvette Expo
Going stupid like I'm Bubba Gump
My bros dying, seem like one by one
Life spit you out, bubblegum
Live it right, we got one
So I quit searching for the reasons
Seeing colors, changing seasons
They keep changing on me, treason
I should get to leaving but I don't want to
Twenty five hoes, pile 'em up, put 'em all in the Galt House
We gon' need a Chevy Avalanche, I'ma let it all fall down
Rhinestones got the ceiling looking like the stars gon' fall down
Baby girl, eat your heart out
I done got numb to it, I can't feel it
I ain't got feelings now, they went missing
My mind can't wrap around, I don't get it
You know we gon' work it out so quit tripping
Lifestyle might leave me alone
Tell a hating ass bitch, she can leave me alone
I can't lie, I really miss my bro
We was riding around Kentucky getting way too stoned
Fucked up, got too damn high
Big dumb gas, Mr. KY Fried
It barely gets to me, do this shit all the time
Cop two cigarillos for the ninety nine
And sometimes this life feel like a dead end, dead end
Raining tears down on me, just lost my best friend, best friend
Champagne bottles in the Galt House, I've been stressing, stressing
If it ain't enough to take the pain away, I hope it lessens, lessens my misery
Life been weighing heavy on me so I'm like "Hey Marie"
Only thing that take the pain away is you feeling me
Twenty five hoes, pile 'em up, put 'em all in the Galt House
We gon' need a Chevy Avalanche, I'ma let it all fall down
Rhinestones got the ceiling looking like the stars gon' fall down
Baby girl, eat your heart out
I done got numb to it, I can't feel it
I ain't got feelings now, they went missing
My mind can't wrap around, I don't get it
You know we gon' work it out so quit tripping
Lifestyle might leave me alone
Tell a hating ass bitch, she can leave me alone
I can't lie, I really miss my bro
We was riding around Kentucky getting way too stoned
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Writer(s): Taylor Spoon
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