HAUNTED (feat. Java)
I'm fuckin' lost in my head
Stressed out
Where my meds
I don't think
She fucking loved me
She just lusting over my
Yeah
Think the cup over-flowith
Only got 10 bands
And I'll blow it
I pop blue chips
And white Moët
D-Bird pop shots
I ain't gotta' show it
How you gone' ghost me
I'm the ghost
I'm in all white
Blessed like the Pope
Red blood stain
Fucked up my coat
White cocaine
Stain on my boat
I ain't stain that bitch
I
In her
This weed burning my throat
Four different states
In a day
In Paris
Ain't fuck with LA
Six Hundo'
Can't hit with that K
And I scope that long range
And I shoot like Chris K
Long stride
I ain't trippin'
Used to get
Long rides
From a stripper
I ain't gotta' tip her
And she brought liquor
But she got pulled out on
Ain't need my children
I'm sad as fuck
I'm boutta' go ham
So much anxiety
In my head
But I look at God
And I'm blessed
Tell the cops
That Ion' know shit
Tell the ho same thing
That Ion' know shit
I ain't finna' put bands on her
I ain't rich
Pulled up at the US Bank
To put their hands up
Get the big bills
It's a lick
I skrt' off
On that motorcycle
like
Ooo-ooh
Blade Runnin'
I take numbers I
La vida loca
We claimin'
Java G5
What could
I ain't flagrant
Except a diamond chain
Got me bathin'
Got me wet
I've been on these drugs
For days
Tried to change my ways
I just couldn't do it
Now I know that love
It just comes with pain
I could prolly' find it
But I'm fuckin' stupid
I can't push that coupe
Cuz it ain't fit my shooters
Japanese denim
When we in Shibuya
Navigator truck
It fit all my shooters
But they gotta' hide their tatts
When we in Shibuya
Hell to ones
That praise idols
The devil comes up
Right behind you
Lets GO
Hand on The Bible
I pray for survival
No fear for my rivals
Proficient with
Ahh
Rifles extended
Directors Cut
My life is pending
It's dangerous
To bang them sluts
Ain't a thing to us
I'm a heartless
Lust
I'm a heartless
Fuck
It's the worst thing
To see you in my dreams
You don't know
What you did to me
Stick em' up
In this place
Put your money
In the case
Stick em' up
In this place
Put your money
In the case
Is it too late to get sober
Cuz my heart
Has been getting colder
Every day I'm feeling older
And I think its close
To over
Yeah
Falling off
The cliffs of Dover
Hitting rock bottom
But I still need more
From ya'
Yeah
I still need more from ya'
Oh, please help Lord
Yeah, please help Lord ya'
Every time I loved you
You couldn't love me
Evertime
Evertime
You couldn't love me
Me
Couldn't love me
You couldn't love me
Me
Couldn't love me now
Stressed out
Where my meds
I don't think
She fucking loved me
She just lusting over my
Yeah
Think the cup over-flowith
Only got 10 bands
And I'll blow it
I pop blue chips
And white Moët
D-Bird pop shots
I ain't gotta' show it
How you gone' ghost me
I'm the ghost
I'm in all white
Blessed like the Pope
Red blood stain
Fucked up my coat
White cocaine
Stain on my boat
I ain't stain that bitch
I
In her
This weed burning my throat
Four different states
In a day
In Paris
Ain't fuck with LA
Six Hundo'
Can't hit with that K
And I scope that long range
And I shoot like Chris K
Long stride
I ain't trippin'
Used to get
Long rides
From a stripper
I ain't gotta' tip her
And she brought liquor
But she got pulled out on
Ain't need my children
I'm sad as fuck
I'm boutta' go ham
So much anxiety
In my head
But I look at God
And I'm blessed
Tell the cops
That Ion' know shit
Tell the ho same thing
That Ion' know shit
I ain't finna' put bands on her
I ain't rich
Pulled up at the US Bank
To put their hands up
Get the big bills
It's a lick
I skrt' off
On that motorcycle
like
Ooo-ooh
Blade Runnin'
I take numbers I
La vida loca
We claimin'
Java G5
What could
I ain't flagrant
Except a diamond chain
Got me bathin'
Got me wet
I've been on these drugs
For days
Tried to change my ways
I just couldn't do it
Now I know that love
It just comes with pain
I could prolly' find it
But I'm fuckin' stupid
I can't push that coupe
Cuz it ain't fit my shooters
Japanese denim
When we in Shibuya
Navigator truck
It fit all my shooters
But they gotta' hide their tatts
When we in Shibuya
Hell to ones
That praise idols
The devil comes up
Right behind you
Lets GO
Hand on The Bible
I pray for survival
No fear for my rivals
Proficient with
Ahh
Rifles extended
Directors Cut
My life is pending
It's dangerous
To bang them sluts
Ain't a thing to us
I'm a heartless
Lust
I'm a heartless
Fuck
It's the worst thing
To see you in my dreams
You don't know
What you did to me
Stick em' up
In this place
Put your money
In the case
Stick em' up
In this place
Put your money
In the case
Is it too late to get sober
Cuz my heart
Has been getting colder
Every day I'm feeling older
And I think its close
To over
Yeah
Falling off
The cliffs of Dover
Hitting rock bottom
But I still need more
From ya'
Yeah
I still need more from ya'
Oh, please help Lord
Yeah, please help Lord ya'
Every time I loved you
You couldn't love me
Evertime
Evertime
You couldn't love me
Me
Couldn't love me
You couldn't love me
Me
Couldn't love me now
Credits
Writer(s): Remington Frick, Matthew Coffey
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