Nova-cane

Ah, yeah, ah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fucking it up
Burning my mental inside of the blunt
Miserable dreary, I'm killing my thoughts
My life is good can't you see that I'm numb
Fuck on that bitch cause I know that she dumb
Posted a pic and she tucking her tum
Plugging that pussy supporting a son
On the consumption but never for fun
Doing the drugs cause I need it a ton
She wanna be on whatever I'm on
You tryna run but you ain't with the funds
Don't try to play like you something you none
Can't find a noose I might play with a gun
Play with a gun
Play with a gun

Ya these silver bullets feel like metal dawg
When you keep on shooting but he dead though
That's the type of shit that get you some respect dawg
I can't feel myself anymore ho, yeah
I fall away
I fall away
Numb all this pain
Numb all this pain
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
On nova-cane
On nova-cane

Fuckin 'em up
I'm boutta sell 'em whatever they want
Hitting the addy and she wanna come
She treat me good like she thinks I'm the one
She wanna cry on my new saint Laurent
Backed in the corner with no one to trust
Don't need prescription to read on the bluff
Buff at the gym but could never build tough
High off the blow but he never blow up
They wanna show but they never show up
I only show that I don't give a fuck
Banging the bass in the back with the plug
She gimme head while I'm twisting a nugget
Breaking that back yeah we taking it rough
I dropped that bitch now I need a new rug, yeah

Ya these silver bullets feel like metal dawg
When you keep on shooting but he dead though
That's the type of shit that get you some respect dawg
I can't feel myself anymore ho, yeah
I fall away
I fall away
Numb all this pain
Numb all this pain
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
On nova-cane
On nova-cane



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Writer(s): Slone Potts
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