Exhausted
I'm driving up to Charlotte like I'm Yeat inside a tonka
Stacked up like a pharmacy but call me Willy Wonka
Smoke until my mind fogs up and let the pain go over
I consume all these narcotics so my mind can just forget her
I've been so exhausted, It feels so lucid
And I'm so nauseous, I'm bout to lose it
Smoking exotic, this pack can prove it
And you've been on it, so fucking stupid
Booking us a room, on the top floor for the view
And I did it just for you, but you're not picking up cues
And I wanted to get high but you passed out before two
So I'd rather be alone and wait for drugs to kick in soon
I've been super lost but I'm counting up these racks
Heartstrings amplified cause the bands got me attached
Ran a fucking marathon to sell up for the trap
Shout out to the real ones who put Charlotte on the map
I'm driving up to Charlotte like I'm Yeat inside a tonka
Stacked up like a pharmacy but call me Willy Wonka
Smoke until my mind fogs up and let the pain go over
I consume all these narcotics so my mind can just forget her
I've been so exhausted, It feels so lucid
And I'm so nauseous, I'm bout to lose it
Smoking exotic, this pack can prove it
And you've been on it, so fucking stupid
Stacked up like a pharmacy but call me Willy Wonka
Smoke until my mind fogs up and let the pain go over
I consume all these narcotics so my mind can just forget her
I've been so exhausted, It feels so lucid
And I'm so nauseous, I'm bout to lose it
Smoking exotic, this pack can prove it
And you've been on it, so fucking stupid
Booking us a room, on the top floor for the view
And I did it just for you, but you're not picking up cues
And I wanted to get high but you passed out before two
So I'd rather be alone and wait for drugs to kick in soon
I've been super lost but I'm counting up these racks
Heartstrings amplified cause the bands got me attached
Ran a fucking marathon to sell up for the trap
Shout out to the real ones who put Charlotte on the map
I'm driving up to Charlotte like I'm Yeat inside a tonka
Stacked up like a pharmacy but call me Willy Wonka
Smoke until my mind fogs up and let the pain go over
I consume all these narcotics so my mind can just forget her
I've been so exhausted, It feels so lucid
And I'm so nauseous, I'm bout to lose it
Smoking exotic, this pack can prove it
And you've been on it, so fucking stupid
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Writer(s): Naila A.
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