Dave.Will.Chris. - Black Rob Lyrics

I don't want to go to hell
Go to hell
I ain't never learn from u
(Whoa)
Gotta weigh it on a scale
Never learn to fail
I been going through woes
(Goddamn)
I been going through woes
(Whoa)

Got a bad bitch
Wit a fat ass
And some pretty freckles, man whoa
Been going through some mood swings
Think I'm dr. Jekyll, man whoa
(Goddamn)
I been going through woes
(Whoa)

Who am I?
That's rhetorical
Don't answer that, like whoa
Type of nigga
Hear a question
And won't answer back
Like split it up and gimme half of dat
Then maybe we can talk
Put yo blunt up wit my blunt
Then maybe we can spark
Parked outside
Scrolls after dark
The realist shit ya ever heard
Hold up wait that's absurd
Nah the realist shit ya ever curved
Sleepin on me
Getting on my nerves
Alarm clock going off
And all I got is my word
Forearms in the sauce
Don't lose me don't get lost
Let me be yo travel guide
I paid what it the cost
Let me see yo flannel side
U know I like em dirty
Baby girl is u down to ride
Tryna make it fore I see thirty
Come wit me and let's get really high like

I don't want to go to hell
Go to hell
I ain't never learn from u
(Whoa)
Gotta weigh it on a scale
Never learn to fail
I been going through woes
(Goddamn)
I been going through woes

(WHOA)