Yesterday (Spine Pt. 2)
She got her hands on my spine
Come get yo mans up out my face
Bitch, I been in hell
No, I ain't scared
I just roll this blunt and face my fears
They can't even tell that I ain't here
Been up in my head
No, I can't steer
No, that shit ain't clear, yeah
Call me the man the way I walked in
Stepped on the scene
No, she don't know me
Stepped on the scene
Bitch, I'm a cokehead
Look at my face
I got some gold teeth
Girl, look at my face
I got some gold teeth
Lookin' at me
She think she know me
Promethazine up in this damn cup
Hellfire spit up out my damn lungs
Yesterday I was doing fine, then I heard from you
Yesterday I was doing lines when I heard from you
Yesterday I just took my time to get back to you
Yesterday I got real fucked up to forget yo name
Yesterday I was doing fine, then I heard from you
Yesterday I was doing lines when I heard from you
Yesterday I just took my time to get back to you
Yesterday I got real fucked up to forget yo name
She got her hands on my spine
Come get yo mans up out my face
Bitch, I been in hell
No, I ain't scared
I just roll this blunt and face my fears
(You wanna say something?)
(And here we are in Santa Monica, the pier)
Come get yo mans up out my face
Bitch, I been in hell
No, I ain't scared
I just roll this blunt and face my fears
They can't even tell that I ain't here
Been up in my head
No, I can't steer
No, that shit ain't clear, yeah
Call me the man the way I walked in
Stepped on the scene
No, she don't know me
Stepped on the scene
Bitch, I'm a cokehead
Look at my face
I got some gold teeth
Girl, look at my face
I got some gold teeth
Lookin' at me
She think she know me
Promethazine up in this damn cup
Hellfire spit up out my damn lungs
Yesterday I was doing fine, then I heard from you
Yesterday I was doing lines when I heard from you
Yesterday I just took my time to get back to you
Yesterday I got real fucked up to forget yo name
Yesterday I was doing fine, then I heard from you
Yesterday I was doing lines when I heard from you
Yesterday I just took my time to get back to you
Yesterday I got real fucked up to forget yo name
She got her hands on my spine
Come get yo mans up out my face
Bitch, I been in hell
No, I ain't scared
I just roll this blunt and face my fears
(You wanna say something?)
(And here we are in Santa Monica, the pier)
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