Eshrack_ - Diner-Home Lyrics

You know they only want us for the bands
Only want us for millions of bands
Let's leave
You and Me
Be my personal groupie
I got you for the free
Get us some blue cheese
Bonnie and Clyde ride or die even when they say freeze
Oh shit baby
I'm slurring my words
We wine drunk at this diner
Let's leave with three hunnid as a tip already
You ready to go?
I am
I'm tryna get in ya pants

Let me paint a picture for your mind
One word at a time
We in the chevy low rider
Shawty want the fire
Don't smoke in the whip
So she making out with my tip
Hear shaking from the back, phone.
Probably niggas from the trap
Maybe the set, in Hollywood making movies make you wanna go back
Life get threatened and then you threaten others
Ruffled some of the wrong feathers
Had to cut off the star actor
Nigga was molesting his step daughter
So I ended his life for the better of the mother
Knew she was being abused
Confronted her she refused to call the cops
Now her old nigga in my trunk
She get nasty in the whip, smell like all kind of funk
I'm letting her do whatever while my mind wander
Is this the destiny I really wanted?
My childhood was always haunted
Ran away to LA to chase away my pains
In reality they just came to me everyday
F*ck every nigga that ever doubted me
Hope y'all niggas die, truly
I just wanted someone to love me
Momma are you proud of me?
Haven't told you what I been doing lately
Wish I could just direct Jay Z
Not have to deal with Lucy
But f*ck it, I'm gon make it.