WHERE DO I BEGIN
Another fucking night I can't sleep again
Got a lot of voices up in my head
It gets hard to draw the line where we begin
It gets hard to specify my grievances
My oh my where do I begin
I was in my bedroom getting high again
I felt like the drugs was my only friend
I fell into love with the Benjamins
Her love reminds me of sedatives
I don't like fighting it gets repetitive
Why that boy talk money like he getting it
We gonna have to run down on 'em
Yeah we hit the lick
Aye yuh ride around town with extended clips
In a stolen whip yeah we get lit
Hop out pop out then we take your shit
Yeah I'm too drunk to drive like I'm losing grip
And I really don't care if that was your bitch
Yeah she gave me good top when she sucked my dick
When she was done
Yeah she gave you a kiss
I don't give a flying fuck what you think lil' bitch
God damn
My flow so sick
I got old ass bread like Pita my chips
Kicking back in the club while I'm rocking my ricks
And that bitch a blood sucker
Yeah I call her a tic
Oooh shit
Put a beam on the Glock just so I don't miss
If I up that shit and I bust that shit
Then you best believe that I'm gonna make it hit
Yuh aye best believe Ima make these hits
Off the xans I might crash my whip
Fucked yo' bitch then I had to dip
Cocaine fucking me up
Then I take a perc
That shit got me stuck
Playing with demons
I'm trying my luck
Up all night been geeked as fuck yuh
I'm a real rockstar now
Ima just keep on going up
Even though they wanna see me down
Ima just hit it and dip
I told that lil' bitch I'll see you around
I'm on the xans I still cant quit
This shit finna put me in the ground
I'm trying my best
Even though I'm lying to my friends
Told 'em that I'm clean but I'm not
I just hit the plug she got some pills for me to cop
Another fucking night I can't sleep again
Got a lot of voices up in my head
It gets hard to draw the line where we begin
It gets hard to specify my grievances
My oh my where do I begin
I was in my bedroom getting high again
I felt like the drugs was my only friend
I fell into love with the Benjamins
Got a lot of voices up in my head
It gets hard to draw the line where we begin
It gets hard to specify my grievances
My oh my where do I begin
I was in my bedroom getting high again
I felt like the drugs was my only friend
I fell into love with the Benjamins
Her love reminds me of sedatives
I don't like fighting it gets repetitive
Why that boy talk money like he getting it
We gonna have to run down on 'em
Yeah we hit the lick
Aye yuh ride around town with extended clips
In a stolen whip yeah we get lit
Hop out pop out then we take your shit
Yeah I'm too drunk to drive like I'm losing grip
And I really don't care if that was your bitch
Yeah she gave me good top when she sucked my dick
When she was done
Yeah she gave you a kiss
I don't give a flying fuck what you think lil' bitch
God damn
My flow so sick
I got old ass bread like Pita my chips
Kicking back in the club while I'm rocking my ricks
And that bitch a blood sucker
Yeah I call her a tic
Oooh shit
Put a beam on the Glock just so I don't miss
If I up that shit and I bust that shit
Then you best believe that I'm gonna make it hit
Yuh aye best believe Ima make these hits
Off the xans I might crash my whip
Fucked yo' bitch then I had to dip
Cocaine fucking me up
Then I take a perc
That shit got me stuck
Playing with demons
I'm trying my luck
Up all night been geeked as fuck yuh
I'm a real rockstar now
Ima just keep on going up
Even though they wanna see me down
Ima just hit it and dip
I told that lil' bitch I'll see you around
I'm on the xans I still cant quit
This shit finna put me in the ground
I'm trying my best
Even though I'm lying to my friends
Told 'em that I'm clean but I'm not
I just hit the plug she got some pills for me to cop
Another fucking night I can't sleep again
Got a lot of voices up in my head
It gets hard to draw the line where we begin
It gets hard to specify my grievances
My oh my where do I begin
I was in my bedroom getting high again
I felt like the drugs was my only friend
I fell into love with the Benjamins
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Zickafoose
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