Liquor (feat. Deep Recordz)
Liquor spillin' on the floor
Wake up 'till the night falls
Levin' up my cortisol
Then I take a couple more
Sneakin' from the back door
Fuckin' on some bad whores
Can't behave well, it's her loss
All my bros been here before
Man I always feel alone when you're not in my home
Always textin' up that girl, yeah she bad the bone
Yeah, she back to the streets
Yeah, bitch take a seat
Man, I'm all up in dreams
When I wake up, you should leave (yeah)
I'm about to break it down
Gotta learn on what's enough
I'm about to run around, sickness is past stuff
Sometimes I can't let go
And even if I feel slow
Sometimes I be fast to react like a turbo
Even when the night's up, I'll be standin' up tough
Smokin' on a sticky joint, yeah when it's rolled up
If she wanna hang tight, yeah let's go rough
If she wanna FaceTime, yeah let's meet up
I don't wanna go blinded by the truth
I don't wanna go back there, I refuse
I don't wanna have to make an excuse
I don't wanna have to lose my cool
Deep inside, I could paranoid
No, I'm not dumb but shit I could feel annoyed
Take a couple more pills, then I fly, I enjoy
Take another hit of the smokes then I'm gone
Liquor spillin' on the floor
Wake up 'till the night falls
Levin' up my cortisol
Then I take a couple more
Sneakin' from the back door
Fuckin' on some bad whores
Can't behave well, it's her loss
All my bros been here before
Man I always feel alone when you're not in my home
Always textin' up that girl, yeah she bad the bone
Yeah, she back to the streets
Yeah, bitch take a seat
Man, I'm all up in dreams
When I wake up, you should leave (yeah)
Now I just realized I ain't the fuckin' problem
Tryna find a way to put together what is freedom
Freedom, I can't run away from the reasons
Tryna figure out a way to ease all my symptoms
All my symptoms, got a feeling
My intuition tellin' me I see it clearly
Fucked up that liquor bottle got me tipsy
Fuck that this ain't me talkin', it's the Henny
Liquor spillin' on the floor
Wake up 'till the night falls
Levin' up my cortisol
Then I take a couple more
Sneakin' from the back door
Fuckin' on some bad whores
Can't behave well, it's her loss
All my bros been here before
Man I always feel alone when you're not in my home
Always textin' up that girl, yeah she bad the bone
Yeah, she back to the streets
Yeah, bitch take a seat
Man, I'm all up in dreams
When I wake up, you should leave (yeah)
Wake up 'till the night falls
Levin' up my cortisol
Then I take a couple more
Sneakin' from the back door
Fuckin' on some bad whores
Can't behave well, it's her loss
All my bros been here before
Man I always feel alone when you're not in my home
Always textin' up that girl, yeah she bad the bone
Yeah, she back to the streets
Yeah, bitch take a seat
Man, I'm all up in dreams
When I wake up, you should leave (yeah)
I'm about to break it down
Gotta learn on what's enough
I'm about to run around, sickness is past stuff
Sometimes I can't let go
And even if I feel slow
Sometimes I be fast to react like a turbo
Even when the night's up, I'll be standin' up tough
Smokin' on a sticky joint, yeah when it's rolled up
If she wanna hang tight, yeah let's go rough
If she wanna FaceTime, yeah let's meet up
I don't wanna go blinded by the truth
I don't wanna go back there, I refuse
I don't wanna have to make an excuse
I don't wanna have to lose my cool
Deep inside, I could paranoid
No, I'm not dumb but shit I could feel annoyed
Take a couple more pills, then I fly, I enjoy
Take another hit of the smokes then I'm gone
Liquor spillin' on the floor
Wake up 'till the night falls
Levin' up my cortisol
Then I take a couple more
Sneakin' from the back door
Fuckin' on some bad whores
Can't behave well, it's her loss
All my bros been here before
Man I always feel alone when you're not in my home
Always textin' up that girl, yeah she bad the bone
Yeah, she back to the streets
Yeah, bitch take a seat
Man, I'm all up in dreams
When I wake up, you should leave (yeah)
Now I just realized I ain't the fuckin' problem
Tryna find a way to put together what is freedom
Freedom, I can't run away from the reasons
Tryna figure out a way to ease all my symptoms
All my symptoms, got a feeling
My intuition tellin' me I see it clearly
Fucked up that liquor bottle got me tipsy
Fuck that this ain't me talkin', it's the Henny
Liquor spillin' on the floor
Wake up 'till the night falls
Levin' up my cortisol
Then I take a couple more
Sneakin' from the back door
Fuckin' on some bad whores
Can't behave well, it's her loss
All my bros been here before
Man I always feel alone when you're not in my home
Always textin' up that girl, yeah she bad the bone
Yeah, she back to the streets
Yeah, bitch take a seat
Man, I'm all up in dreams
When I wake up, you should leave (yeah)
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Writer(s): P-o Menard, Thomas Depatie
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