Haloo! - In My Head! Lyrics

(Haloo!)
(Oh woah, woah, why)
(woah woah, ooh woah, woah)
(woah, woahh, oh, woah-ha-o)
As I done said
Grah, to the head
I hate the way you lie, you planting demons in my head
I stay with my "Tom Tooley, oh" I walk down with that lead
Walk with that Lead!
You in my head
You wish that I would be gone, or dead
I would respect that, but you said that I was the best
You lied, and you know it, just say it with your chest
That glocky stay loaded!
I keep losing focus
The drugs in my system again!
This Glock, loaded again
Prada, Denim, fitted in
All black, jeans, its VETEMENTS
I rock the show, like its a band
This ho, wan' bring her friend
Prolly cause im winnin'
Breaking bread, like with the fam
I split that twenty, where my ten?
I told that pussy " Bring my ten right here "
We going band for band, bring yo lil ass bucks
When its time for bread, wake up
That uzi stay loaded up
Im still hurt, and them percs doin' nun
I can't f*ck with it no more
I can't f*ck with that whore
I've been here before
I've lost and won more
And it hurts like before
She played my heart, like a chord, of course
Of course, woah
(woah, woah, woah, woah, oh woah)
In my head I say "of course"
Oh I say "of course"
Of course, of course, of course
You know choppa, it sing so loud, ayy
Ice frozen
Ive been knowing
Get backkk!
(Haloo!)
As I done said
Grah, to the head
I hate the way you lie, you planting demons in my head
I stay with my "Tom Tooley, oh" I walk down with that lead
Walk with that Lead!
You in my head
You wish that I would be gone, or dead
I would respect that, but you said that I was the best
You lied, and you know it, just say it with your chest
That glocky stay loaded!
I keep losing focus
The drugs in my system again!
This Glock, loaded again
Prada, Denim, fitted in
All black, jeans, its VETEMENTS
I rock the show, like its a band
This ho, wan' bring her friend
Prolly cause im winnin'
Breaking bread, like with the fam
I split that twenty, where my ten?
This Glock, loaded again
Prada, Denim, fitted in
All black, jeans, its VETEMENTS
I rock the show, like its a band
This ho, wan' bring her friend
Prolly cause im winnin'
Breaking bread, like with the fam
I split that twenty, where my ten?
(twenty with my twin)
(i've been winnin')
(now, I got my twin)
(cause, im winnin')