Riley Aaron - Come Down (feat. Riggs & Stowaway) Lyrics

I'm still M-I, still M-I
Still M-I, still M-I-A
When the pills pop off
Gotta get, gotta get out my head
Ooh woah
Gotta get, gotta get out my head
F*ck around, spend about three stacks
Break ya brothers neck like like Kit-Kat
Kick back
I can not
Just come down
These drugs got
A strong grip on me
I live f*cked up
I never feel like coming down
Temptation, is controlling me
I can not
Just come down
These drugs got
A strong grip on me
I live f*cked up
I never feel like coming down
Not sorry if you're worried babe
Not sorry if you're worried, sugar
Know that it's tempting
Taking shots back
It goes where my head is
I just came back
With my flow for the vengeance
No, you don't get it
I just came off of my high
I just came down from my ride
Bad little thing on the side
Bad little thing like Mariah
She is my vice
Inhaling fumes, just to free up my mind
Clean up tonight
Then leave in the morning
I just say peace if you're boring
Love when we me meet like a corner
I got keys to a foreign
But it's an Accord
She ask, "do you love me"
I tell her of course
She wanna just f*ck me
Get hit with a curve
I think that I am the worst
I cannot find all the words
That I just wanna say
Pardon babe, this holiday
I've done a lot today
Im poppin bottles of chardonnay
I'm not your son, you can't father me
There's no one else that's on top of me
She give me brain like lobotomy
(She gave you brain like lobotomy?)
She gave me brain like lobotomy
Honestly, im on an odyssey
Modestly, I am just poppin beats
All of these drugs are just lost in me
Yeah
I can not
Just come down
These drugs got
A strong grip on me
I live f*cked up
I never feel like coming down
Temptation, is controlling me
I can not
Just come down
These drugs got
A strong grip on me
I live f*cked up
I never feel like coming down
Not sorry if you're worried babe
Not sorry if you're worried, sugar
Wake up feelin like Kubrick
Watch me direct all this new shit
Cut
Why you gotta be a nuisance
Why you gotta bootlick
Why you gotta give me opinions
I don't give a f*ck about your two cents, yuh
I don't give a f*ck if you clueless bruh
If the shoe fits imma use it
If you lucid imma bout to loose it, duck
Wake up feelin like Einstein
Mixed with a Muay Thai
Feelin' like my time
Finally primetime
I got quinine
Mixed with a little lime
I got cyanide
Give it a little time yeah
I got headlines yuh
Yall got deadlines bruh
I got bear hugs
Yall got bed bugs
I got smiles
If yall go wild
So jump
Bitch, just jump
I'm still M-I, still M-I
Still M-I, still M-I-A
When the pills pop off
Gotta get, gotta get out my head
Ooh woah
Gotta get, gotta get out my head
F*ck around, spend about three stacks
Break ya brothers neck like like Kit-Kat
Kick back
I can not
Just come down
These drugs got
A strong grip on me
I live f*cked up
I never feel like coming down
Not sorry if you're worried babe
Not sorry if you're worried, sugar