I'm feelin' like I took a Perc', I'm at a loss for words It's like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird Can't even find the words, I'm so at a loss for words Metro Boomin want

Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about

Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump You look like you mad as

I can walk into a room without you I just don't know how to love without you Every friend has got a friend in mind 'Cause I've had more than a little time And I don't get drunk and talk about you So I guess I've learned to live without you So it's on

Uh God uh you know what we gotta do son Why know what I'm sayin? Word up Make that millions fam No doubt, it's only there for the takings son Matter of fact let me get some of that beer son We drunk all that shit hey yo 44th Side convention Queens

Let me make your body talk Let me drink you heart drunk Let me dream your eyes shut Let me get your mind off I want to feel you I could never heal you And I, I want to feel you And read between your lines And I, can never heal you

'Cause you are the only one All my senses come to life While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I Have ever been and I'll never leave again And all my friends have gone to find Another place to let their hearts collide Just promise me, you'll always be a

I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit I'm in the foreign with the full clip Ridin' with the full clip on some rich bullshit I'm in love with a hood bitch I give her this good dick on some drunk bullshit If that's my pussy, put my name on

I got new rules, I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in You'll have to kick him out again Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really