FLEAU - made ts in one day... nuthin' srs

I'm off molly in the party bus
Middle of the freezing winter gust
Not a single fucker in here who gonna stay in my life, because
I don't give a fuck about 'em anymore
Tally-ho!
Finally realized that they don't fuck with you or how you glow
Ha! Jokes on you now, see me fucking on your bitch
Yeah she sucking on the tip
Watch your ego leave your id
I'm a brain fuck her like an AP psychology class
Maybe let her whip
But you know she gonna get that whiplash
Yeah I'm bumping Drain Gang out the JBL
While I'm serving meat in her mouth
Yeah she don't spit it out
She wanna grip all my pounds while I smoke all my loud
But she too loud, so I shut her up with a kiss and an ounce
And now I'm taking her ass to Kwik Trip
Cop a chicken sammie then we dip quick
Kiss quick
Call that shit a Kwik Hit
She bouncing all up on me
Threw my mind into a quick trip
And I ain't talking about shrooms nor acid
Fuck the molly test strips

Was it molly?
Was it meth?
Maybe addies?
Or the coke?
Looking at the time it's only 9
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house
While he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
You choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over!

Yeah it's 2023 now, I'm very much alive
I just graduated, bitch I'm out the beehive
But I still don't know how or where I'm going
Am I gonna be alright?
Take your bitch by night
And fuck her 'til the sun
Light up your room
And show her your passions
If she don't fuck with any of that
She's going in the trash bin
I got Mac, so I'm emptying that shit right away
She ain't slay (slay)
Make her pay
Because I'm broke as shit
I be turning the gain up because I be quiet as fuck
And I be going through some pain but I be rising through muck
And you be stuck
Because you destroy your luck with bad habits
But also you don't know the pain that you be putting on others
It's Rob Buck bitch
I'm off one bitch
I'm off one too
Your bitch a three or four
Your mom a five
Your dad a six
Pull no seven's, nor an eight
And I'm a nine you can't stop me
I keep all my bitches ten

Was it molly?
Was it meth?
Maybe addies?
Or the coke?
Looking at the time it's only 9
This feeling is no joke
Now I'm trying to sleep at the homies house
While he tweaking too
My heart is punching out my chest
I might die, don't know what to do
Molly!
Coke!
Addies!
Ya choke!
I'm sorry!
Stroke!
Ambies!
It's over!
(Switch)

I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean
I'm off a bean

Written by:
Robert Buckley

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