Drown In My Styrofoam

(Fantom)

You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah

Chain on flawless, my brain on cross 'em
Block on choppers, my life on problems
My bitch on toxic, free Osama, one word
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies

Come out that hellhole, I'm rich, Porter, Roddy
She told me first night don't exist
But shawty gon' bust somethin' for the kid
And one day, we all fall down
Welcome to the gun-smoke town

Spin out the Bentley, leave no regrets
Gotta stay outta jail, but the goat need rest
Thinkin' I'm needing an ambulance
I'm bleedin' Actavis, no, you ain't havin' it
Girl, I'm so high, I might never land
I kill to be happy, I know I'm an addict, and girl, I just hope that you understand
I'm on the floor, I'm searchin'

You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah

Got some models in the room, some in the lobby
Fucked around and soaked the game and this shit ain't dried yet
Hellcat Charger, no shortage
I'm so quick to drop my shell, this Glock cheat on Obama
They only serve white in that house, narcs been tryna bomb it
My mama's baby, I keep a gun, I don't even semi-lack
Fuck a gold plaque, I want my nigga back

Catch him on holiday eve and we go right at him
I got some opps in the streets and I got some that's rappers
I hate when they say that I changed
Why do not nobody think a nigga just working harder?
I'm still fightin' charges
Didn't come this far for nothin', else I'm a worthless star

You broke my heart into a million pieces
I left my Louboutins and all my Yeezys
That ain't nothing, I really hope you bleach 'em
Burn up my garment, have fun with that designer, bitch
I just want you beside me just like my cup is, girl
I want Ceelo on side me just like my gun is
I wish he never left, I gotta ask myself
Would I drown in this styrofoam tonight? Yeah, yeah
And float up to the top of the ice, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Carter Brown Britz
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