I Would Die For You
Blow my fucking brains out
Self medication yo
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
Baby I'd die for ya
Now I'm out of time wit' ya
Snort another line for ya
Cock this fucking nine for ya
I would only cry for ya
Wouldn't ever lie to ya
Shouldn't ever tried wit' ya
Now I'm so high for ya
Baby you ain't got a clue
I snort these blues
So I can cope wit' you
Now I know what's true
Love me how I love you
Pills out, yeah
Passed out
Call you
Text you
Won't go through
Yeah baby I would die for ya
Hold my fingers crossed never lie to ya
Yeah maybe I'm not the right guy for ya
Yeah maybe this just ain't the life for ya
Yeah yeah
Steppin' in Yeezys but you can't step in these shoes
Nigga you would die doin' the shit that I do
Yeah nigga you would hide from the demons that I fought
And baby would go blind from the world that I view
Hold on be quiet you killin' my mood
Baby I'm tired of playin' wit' you
If you was really there if you really cared
The way you say you do
Damn
Then why do I wake up on my own
It don't make sense
Why do I gotta go through the pain alone
Where'd you go, you lied to me again
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
Self medication yo
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
Baby I'd die for ya
Now I'm out of time wit' ya
Snort another line for ya
Cock this fucking nine for ya
I would only cry for ya
Wouldn't ever lie to ya
Shouldn't ever tried wit' ya
Now I'm so high for ya
Baby you ain't got a clue
I snort these blues
So I can cope wit' you
Now I know what's true
Love me how I love you
Pills out, yeah
Passed out
Call you
Text you
Won't go through
Yeah baby I would die for ya
Hold my fingers crossed never lie to ya
Yeah maybe I'm not the right guy for ya
Yeah maybe this just ain't the life for ya
Yeah yeah
Steppin' in Yeezys but you can't step in these shoes
Nigga you would die doin' the shit that I do
Yeah nigga you would hide from the demons that I fought
And baby would go blind from the world that I view
Hold on be quiet you killin' my mood
Baby I'm tired of playin' wit' you
If you was really there if you really cared
The way you say you do
Damn
Then why do I wake up on my own
It don't make sense
Why do I gotta go through the pain alone
Where'd you go, you lied to me again
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
Blade to my throat
Baby girl I'm cuttin' lines wit' ya
Roxy 30's I might croak
Bitch I'll fuckin die for ya
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Writer(s): 187 Killas
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