Yo it's been a few years since I found love and I can't lie
She was my type but it's alright cause I got mo' bud it keeps me so high, high
I'm smoking all daily my mind is too faded now
I can really give a f*ck 'bout a rich bitch
Who pop pills, lil trick don't trip I'ma misfit
Ain't tryna do wrong just making these songs
We all got problems but who really know how to solve 'em?
Soon catch Doobie inna I-C-U
God please, send me to heaven
Sick of dis stressin' keep me a weapon
Under my dresser, f*ck a supressor
You finna hear da glock pop, pop
To my dome knock, knock
Nobody home, da Devil he stuck inna Wasteland
F*ck friends, just make bread then we break ends
No cape but I might save the day
So don't try to come at me sideways, sideways
Boo you know I loved you-ou-ou
Yo it's been a few years since I found love and I can't lie
She was my type but it's alright cause I got mo' bud it keeps me so high, high
I'm smoking all daily my mind is too faded now
I can really give a f*ck 'bout a rich bitch
Who pop pills, lil trick don't trip I'ma misfit
Ain't tryna do wrong just making these songs
We all got problems but who really know how to solve 'em?
Soon catch Doobie inna I-C-U
God please, send me to heaven
Sick of dis stressin' keep me a weapon
Under my dresser, f*ck a supressor
You finna hear da glock pop, pop
DoobieDaDevil - Wasteland Lyrics
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Yo it's been a few years since I found love and I can't lie
She was my type but it's alright cause I got mo' bud it keeps me so high, high
I'm smoking all daily my mind is too faded now
I can really give a f*ck 'bout a rich bitch
Who pop pills, lil trick don't trip I'ma misfit
Ain't tryna do wrong just making these songs
We all got problems but who really know how to solve 'em?
Soon catch Doobie inna I-C-U
God please, send me to heaven
Sick of dis stressin' keep me a weapon
Under my dresser, f*ck a supressor
You finna hear da glock pop, pop
To my dome knock, knock
Nobody home, da Devil he stuck inna Wasteland
F*ck friends, just make bread then we break ends
No cape but I might save the day
So don't try to come at me sideways, sideways
Boo you know I loved you-ou-ou
Yo it's been a few years since I found love and I can't lie
She was my type but it's alright cause I got mo' bud it keeps me so high, high
I'm smoking all daily my mind is too faded now
I can really give a f*ck 'bout a rich bitch
Who pop pills, lil trick don't trip I'ma misfit
Ain't tryna do wrong just making these songs
We all got problems but who really know how to solve 'em?
Soon catch Doobie inna I-C-U
God please, send me to heaven
Sick of dis stressin' keep me a weapon
Under my dresser, f*ck a supressor
You finna hear da glock pop, pop
She was my type but it's alright cause I got mo' bud it keeps me so high, high
I'm smoking all daily my mind is too faded now
I can really give a f*ck 'bout a rich bitch
Who pop pills, lil trick don't trip I'ma misfit
Ain't tryna do wrong just making these songs
We all got problems but who really know how to solve 'em?
Soon catch Doobie inna I-C-U
God please, send me to heaven
Sick of dis stressin' keep me a weapon
Under my dresser, f*ck a supressor
You finna hear da glock pop, pop
To my dome knock, knock
Nobody home, da Devil he stuck inna Wasteland
F*ck friends, just make bread then we break ends
No cape but I might save the day
So don't try to come at me sideways, sideways
Boo you know I loved you-ou-ou
Yo it's been a few years since I found love and I can't lie
She was my type but it's alright cause I got mo' bud it keeps me so high, high
I'm smoking all daily my mind is too faded now
I can really give a f*ck 'bout a rich bitch
Who pop pills, lil trick don't trip I'ma misfit
Ain't tryna do wrong just making these songs
We all got problems but who really know how to solve 'em?
Soon catch Doobie inna I-C-U
God please, send me to heaven
Sick of dis stressin' keep me a weapon
Under my dresser, f*ck a supressor
You finna hear da glock pop, pop
Writer: Hunter Dubin
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