wake up, get fried, repeat

(Saiah Woes)

Nah, for real

Turn me up, come on

Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat
Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat
Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat
Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat

Tryna get high and ---, you should be Chief-in' Keef
Yeah, we pouring juice up in, we all gon' go to sleep
Talkin' bout running' to the stu, I ned something' to eat
Swear, like murder on these bitches, she gon' fuck on me

I'm in love with this Woes
I can't get enough of him
Everyday he at the school
Everyday he at the gym
Told the bitch play your role
On this yacht, it's sink or swim
All this money, cannot fold
Pockets fat, they never slim

I'm like ---, #4, above the rim
I got my bitch dippin' gold, she coming trim
I pour up purple stuff occasionally
I thought I told you not to play with me

12 sodas, all get down some weed
I'm sending hard, that's an oz of ---
0, 12, 54, here that's more Celine
Ain't no way I'm playing fair, we got sticks ---
Motherfucka step out, need no adderall

Ni**as in Paris, we in da vibes like had a ball
My life risks a suicide, dis a hunnid raw
Bitch, I'm fucked up, on another level
I got your bitch written on my schedule
I fucked her face, she gone eat my bezel

I think I need more medicine
I think today, we slide the Benz
Copped ---, we slide with friends
I can't stop, too locked in

Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat
Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat
Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat
Wake up, I get fried, & then repeat

Tryna get high and ---, you should be Chief-in' Keef
Yeah, we pouring juice up in, we all gon' go to sleep
Talkin' bout running' to the stu, I ned something' to eat
Swear, like murder on these bitches, she gon' fuck on me