Dead Asleep
Dead asleep, I bury myself, Off of the green get ahead of myself
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
Dead asleep, I bury myself, Off of the green, get ahead of myself
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
Okay, okay, okay been a lil' minute since I ain't been feelin
This way Tuesday, Today, My grave
Yeah, I'm layin' down, I can really give a fuck what you say
It's fuck what you talkin' bout
Too many people, yeah, I'm walkin' out, She think I'm evil, I'm walkin' out
Now she on bullshit, I call her out,
Drink gon' fuck up my vision and now I need Lasik
Pop my prescription and now my brain vacant
Ain't trusting bitches, they play double agents
Know when we pull up you tell by her fragrance
Okay, Take my soul, I'ma throw this shit away
She sip slow and I tell her I can wait
My heart cold so you know you can't stay
Okay, Okay, Back on my bullshit I'm far from the ground
She think I'm serious, I'm fuckin' around
Look in the mirrors, I lost my appearance
Don't know who that is and I cannot be found
Wow, like where did you go
Lost in the smoke like a few years ago
Can't feel my body, got comatose
Dead in my sleep and I wake when I'm old
Dead asleep, I bury myself, Off of the green get ahead of myself
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
Dead asleep, I bury myself, Off of the green, get ahead of myself
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
Dead asleep, I bury myself, Off of the green, get ahead of myself
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
Okay, okay, okay been a lil' minute since I ain't been feelin
This way Tuesday, Today, My grave
Yeah, I'm layin' down, I can really give a fuck what you say
It's fuck what you talkin' bout
Too many people, yeah, I'm walkin' out, She think I'm evil, I'm walkin' out
Now she on bullshit, I call her out,
Drink gon' fuck up my vision and now I need Lasik
Pop my prescription and now my brain vacant
Ain't trusting bitches, they play double agents
Know when we pull up you tell by her fragrance
Okay, Take my soul, I'ma throw this shit away
She sip slow and I tell her I can wait
My heart cold so you know you can't stay
Okay, Okay, Back on my bullshit I'm far from the ground
She think I'm serious, I'm fuckin' around
Look in the mirrors, I lost my appearance
Don't know who that is and I cannot be found
Wow, like where did you go
Lost in the smoke like a few years ago
Can't feel my body, got comatose
Dead in my sleep and I wake when I'm old
Dead asleep, I bury myself, Off of the green get ahead of myself
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
Dead asleep, I bury myself, Off of the green, get ahead of myself
Bad bitch on my dick, she ridin' me well
Goddamn on my phone like a motherfucker blew up
Three in the morning hit you up
Get your own lane cuz I'm already two up
Okay, how you feelin' Cause the stars feeling cooler
Okay, how you feelin' bout the boy getting super
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Writer(s): Allan Skead-owens
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