Drunk Text

[Hook]
I still get
Drunk texts from my old chick
New clothes in my old whip
Cruising round this city like
I ain't worried bout old shit
I know that you numbing your feelings
For real girl I know how you feeling
But you just keep hitting my line
I guess that you think this is healing you

[Verse 1: Limit]
You think that, everything should go your way
Cup full of sprite, so you mixed it with grape
You been out here exploring to cover the taste
I know that you wasted, I know that you hate me
To keep it one hundred girl you was my everything
That one in forever thing
I guess we just healing in different ways
Ok, know you blowing up my line every night
For a little bit of closure but
I been staying in the house, on the couch
Writing songs for a little bit of closure, so
I been missing your calls
Voicemails tell me how you feeling overall
Cause I know as soon as a young nigga pick up
I'll get shot up just like the kids buying skittles
I'm over it all

[Bridge]
Money doesn't grow from trees
But maybe this is all we need
Money doesn't grow from trees
But maybe this is

[Hook]
I still get
Drunk texts from my old chick
New clothes in my old whip
Cruising round this city like
I ain't worried bout old shit
I know that you numbing your feelings
For real girl I know how you feeling
But you just keep hitting my line
I guess that you think this is healing you

[Verse 2: Limit]
I know that your momma don't trust them niggas
Well now neither do you
After a mile, you wearing her shoes
And now just like your momma you turning to booze
Ok, I wanted to help
But your momma said she would kill me herself
If I ever came back
So I never came back
I hope that you understand that
Cause for real, I don't understand it
Even when I try and stand back
This was never how I planned it
I hope that you understand that
Cause for real, I don't understand that
Even when I try and stand back
This was never how I planned it

[Bridge]
Money doesn't grow on trees
But maybe this is all we need
Money doesn't grow on trees
But maybe this is

[Hook]
I still get
Drunk texts from my old chick
New clothes in my old whip
Cruising round this city like
I ain't worried bout old shit
I know that you numbing your feelings
For real girl i know how you feeling
But you just keep hitting my line
I guess that you think this is healing you

[Bridge]
Money doesn't grow on trees
But maybe this is all we need
Money doesn't grow on trees
But maybe this is