Rehab
Probably another sad song (okay)
But i don't give a fuck (uh uh)
I been sippin for mad long (on god)
Done tore my liver up (damn, damn)
Like how i'm finna comeback woah
They talking rehab (woah, woah)
Back to the drugs i rushed back
Guarantee that
Probably thought i fell off
Damn i need that
Rolling dope exotic in the air
Bitch i breathe that
I don't need nobody damn
Fuck a feedback
I was taking losses back to back
Then took the lead back
Damn why the fuck i didn't change after rehab
Can't believe i let the fucking demons take the lead back
Pouring up might slow me down
Care bout no relapse
Riding round this bitch i'm counting money with my seat back
Leaning
Pour me up a four because i need it woah
If i couldn't make songs would you believe me no
Quit the drugs get off the bean yeah
That's what they telling me
So much for a better me gave up on everything
Then jealousy done hit my dawgs
So i cut em off
24 hours making melodies i'm going off all day
Tired of this bullshit
My demons picked the wrong day
Poured a 8 by 8am i bet i feel it all day
Pouring up the mud i couldn't get enough all day
Mixing up the drugs till the moon come all day
Popping pills tryna catch a thrill all day
Tryna live but the devil near all day
Pouring up the mud i couldn't get enough all day
Mixing up the drugs till the moon come all day
Popping pills tryna catch a thrill all day
Tryna live but the devil near all day
Like how i'm finna comeback
They talking rehab
Back to the drugs i rush back
Guarantee that
But i don't give a fuck (uh uh)
I been sippin for mad long (on god)
Done tore my liver up (damn, damn)
Like how i'm finna comeback woah
They talking rehab (woah, woah)
Back to the drugs i rushed back
Guarantee that
Probably thought i fell off
Damn i need that
Rolling dope exotic in the air
Bitch i breathe that
I don't need nobody damn
Fuck a feedback
I was taking losses back to back
Then took the lead back
Damn why the fuck i didn't change after rehab
Can't believe i let the fucking demons take the lead back
Pouring up might slow me down
Care bout no relapse
Riding round this bitch i'm counting money with my seat back
Leaning
Pour me up a four because i need it woah
If i couldn't make songs would you believe me no
Quit the drugs get off the bean yeah
That's what they telling me
So much for a better me gave up on everything
Then jealousy done hit my dawgs
So i cut em off
24 hours making melodies i'm going off all day
Tired of this bullshit
My demons picked the wrong day
Poured a 8 by 8am i bet i feel it all day
Pouring up the mud i couldn't get enough all day
Mixing up the drugs till the moon come all day
Popping pills tryna catch a thrill all day
Tryna live but the devil near all day
Pouring up the mud i couldn't get enough all day
Mixing up the drugs till the moon come all day
Popping pills tryna catch a thrill all day
Tryna live but the devil near all day
Like how i'm finna comeback
They talking rehab
Back to the drugs i rush back
Guarantee that
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Writer(s): Wavy Tank
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