Cullinan

Lookin' at the stars in the roof
I'm thinkin', what would I be without you?
I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing
I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing
I'd be gone, no, ain't imagine
Say you're gaining nothing from it
Now we're nothing, nothing, nothing

Came up from a bad place, now it's steak and crab cakes
Runnin' to the money, bitch, I chase it like a damn race
Young street nigga, well-connected, got a good face
Know I'm plugged up if I ever gotta lose weight
Put the Henny down, now I'm drunk up off the D'usse
Terrorizing niggas, call me Baker Dam Hussein
Fucked up in the head, got a screw loose, who say?
Pussy-ass nigga, you be out here having mood swings

Lookin' at the stars in the roof
I'm thinkin', what would I be without you?
I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing
I'd be nothing, nothing, nothing
I'd be gone, no, ain't imagine
Say you're gaining nothing from it
Now we're nothing, nothing, nothing



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Writer(s): Elmo O'connor, Jamaal Marquise Ashby, Musa (kingofbabylon)
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