Shoutout to my day ones you kept me out the morgue
All i wanna do is smoke my mind is so f*cking bored
Roll another to the head wrote this track hit record
Watch me swerve off yo bitch her knees dirty from the floor
All you f*ckers wanna handout till they ask you for more
Best to leave em on the floor all these mother f*ckers played out
Guess they asking for war load the guns bring the swords
Her loves like a knife to my vains i want more everydays the same now
See i got me a new goth bitch that pussy make you roar
F*ck that witch until she tap out
I put myself in danger
Homies turn to strangers
Every f*cking connection i make it turns to bangers
But id rather walk slow
Then fall on my ass
You see moving to quick is the reason they don't last