Do you wanna be a friend of mine? Amy don't you go I want you around Singin' woah, please don't go Is your heart singing out of tune Dirty records from another time Some blood stains on your shoes Amy please don't go Are your eyes just singing the blues

I'm just like you You don't need to hide For I am just like you Yes, oh my God! Poltergeist On the count of two, You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you

Was up trappin' early She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie My cup is so dirty (what) Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30 Pour up the pint, that's so clean The rims of the Bentley cost 14 Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam My bitches

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

I'm the son of all I've done Impostor, been fostered I will tell you what I can But your mind will take a stand I sing of a greater love Let me know when you've had enough Then my new father drained my dirty blood Then my new father drained my dirty

There were times we had it all It doesn't make any sense To know what it's like I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter baby But somebody's gotta do it You're never gonna see it There were times that we'd lay in bed and listen To the pounding,

I'm a hawg for you, baby Hawg for you, baby Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord I'm gonna root all around your door I'm a dirty hawg for you, baby And I'm gonna keep on rootin' All around your door, baby, now now I'm gonna keep on rootin', baby Till I can't root no

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

Can you save my heavy dirty soul? Can you save Can you save my For me, for me, oh Gangsters don't cry Therefore, therefore I'm Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit Can you save my, save my

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how