Seattle

Yeah
Met some hoes in seattle
They was hot
Then we made love on the spot, that’s what’s up
Back in ‘06 i was ridin’ round the block (holdup)
Can find me at the footlocker
With the DS 1
While my brother cop the reebok pumps
Man we was young
Now tommy sniffing addy off his ps1
And i’m almost tall enough to dunk (like what the fuck)

Ricky stalker
Lil’ rasta got them flippin’ out they nickel blockers
Shit got poppin’ when they put me on that trip to austin
That’s where they love me
I don’t think homie, i get it ugly
It’s back to buildin’
No more buildin’ coffins
Took a sec to look at my soul, and told me never let go
Keep pushing through the stop and the goes
And johno at the top, gon’ fold
Blamin’ babylon and fuckin’ these hoes
Said i’m just sad, i got nowhere to go

Your love x8

Yeah, yeah
She tweet my lyric, then she murdered herself
It’s quite scary i play a role in your health
I wish you well
And i be tellin’ lies
To say my pain never left
Smoke a thousand joints on my deck before my death
Depression started creepin’ in my freshman year of college
Trying to be polished turned into big problems
In my dorm room, suicidal thoughts made the forward move
Momma thought i cut the chord
‘cause i wouldn’t pick up my phone
Hope you forgive me now, i’m out on the road
I did my first 30 shows
I couldn’t wait to go home
Down to the basement in my crib
Where i could be on my own
And i ain’t gotta worry about fresh clothes
Or clickin’ photos, i’m drinkin’ four mo’
They fake as fuck, i don’t catch feelings no more
Shit all i feel is velour
I paralyzed by my freedom, i don’t know what to do
Look in the mirror it’s true
Ain’t nobody got more lemons than you. (you x8)

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