Leash
I just wake up every day, repeat
That's a normal life, lil' bro, I gotta eat
Said she needed me
Do she need me or some therapy?
I don't believe in God, how I wear truey jeans?
I'm just gettin' green, like 2K, I got perfect release
She play me like piano, this ain't "fur Elise"
You wanna rap on my beats, told him buy a lease
Got that dog in 'em, tell him buy a leash
She get mad, I wanna stay
She get mad, I wanna leave
Wear my heart up on my sleeve
You livin' in some make-believe
Have you out my life, bitch, that's a big relief
She really like money, huh
She hate that I work so much
People like to pick and choose
Go ahead, make your mind up
My feelings in my cup
Don't need to cover nothin' up
Made her arch like she a slut
So I told her "bottoms up"
I just wake up every day, repeat
That's a normal life, lil' bro, I gotta eat
Said she needed me
Do she need me or some therapy?
He wanna go get fired up like Canada, he want the smoke
She wanna go and hang with him
I told him, bring himself a rope
I've been in the backseat, I'm rollin' dosi, now I'm comatose
Had her shift her body like Just Dance, I really had her pose
(Bald bro) Really look like Heisenberg
I'm Breaking Bad bitches backs
Feel like I'm Strahan and I'm gettin' to the sack
He be gettin' magazines, the mags I had were always "MAD"
She be postin' pics of me under radar, don't know where I'm at
(uh, don't know where im at)
That's a normal life, lil' bro, I gotta eat
Said she needed me
Do she need me or some therapy?
I don't believe in God, how I wear truey jeans?
I'm just gettin' green, like 2K, I got perfect release
She play me like piano, this ain't "fur Elise"
You wanna rap on my beats, told him buy a lease
Got that dog in 'em, tell him buy a leash
She get mad, I wanna stay
She get mad, I wanna leave
Wear my heart up on my sleeve
You livin' in some make-believe
Have you out my life, bitch, that's a big relief
She really like money, huh
She hate that I work so much
People like to pick and choose
Go ahead, make your mind up
My feelings in my cup
Don't need to cover nothin' up
Made her arch like she a slut
So I told her "bottoms up"
I just wake up every day, repeat
That's a normal life, lil' bro, I gotta eat
Said she needed me
Do she need me or some therapy?
He wanna go get fired up like Canada, he want the smoke
She wanna go and hang with him
I told him, bring himself a rope
I've been in the backseat, I'm rollin' dosi, now I'm comatose
Had her shift her body like Just Dance, I really had her pose
(Bald bro) Really look like Heisenberg
I'm Breaking Bad bitches backs
Feel like I'm Strahan and I'm gettin' to the sack
He be gettin' magazines, the mags I had were always "MAD"
She be postin' pics of me under radar, don't know where I'm at
(uh, don't know where im at)
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Writer(s): Bryce Wagner
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