Head Rush

[Verse 1]
I've been doing what I choose to, it take getting used to
I've been gone, shit I'm on, got me acting a fool too much
Everybody else be giving a fuck
But nobody ever loved me, still, they act like my buddy
A head rush the only thing I ever liked as such about the drugs
She could top it by the love that she brought
Сan you remember what the time in your life was?
I bet I can beat it by the time that the night's done
Got you thinking I mean well, I could be the right one
The way I'm always saying when we fuck: "leave the lights on"
I know you want the same shit that I want
Now you mine, you would die, I never thought I could find one

[Chorus]
She never fucking around, there is no testing my luck
She got a fully loaded clip with the stick in the trunk
She quick to give me a bump, she gon' pull out a pump
I could see that you frontin by the way that you be stunting, now you stuck
Got a chance but you ran out of luck
She used to love me
Now she only want to fuck me
It be fucking me up
You were staying at my crib and now you're saying I switched up
I hit you up, you said it's a mix-up
You're telling me you're putting them sticks up
Looking like a bitch cause I've been putting my fists up
I see you mad I've been stacking them hits up
I keep a big cup filled with liquor, it be making her hiccup
I need a pickup, a pill, to keep me feeling ill
The type of shit that got you feeling how you used to feel
I ain't making a deal
'Til this pain from my meal's the kind of feeling I be wishing to feel
She never fucking around, there is no testing my luck
She got a fully loaded clip with the stick in the trunk
She quick to give me a bump, she gon' pull out a pump
I could see that you frontin by the way that you be stunting, now you stuck
Got a chance but you ran out of luck
She used to love me
Now she only want to fuck me
It be fucking me up
You were staying at my crib and now you're saying I switched up
I hit you up, you said it's a mix-up
You're telling me you're putting them sticks up
Looking like a bitch cause I've been putting my fists up
I see you mad I've been stacking them hits up
I keep a big cup filled with liquor, it be making her hiccup
I need a pickup, a pill, to keep me feeling ill
The type of shit that got you feeling how you used to feel
I ain't making a deal
'Til this pain from my meal's the kind of feeling I be wishing to feel