You see this time, I cannot ever never love another, cunt You'll drink as slow, love twice and you'll get fucked. So baby I ask you... A man out of sync with his own program, trying to find some kind of inner link. I should have known it from the start

Fuckin' lawsuits nigga We the best music! Murder rate, murder rap Grant's, Jackson's, Franklin's, got 'em Fucked the DA on my way here I made some millions on my way here nigga

I can't believe all those things that you said You broke my heart and you fucked with my head again So I run (so long ago and so far away) You are the poison, I'll drink the poison Give me the poison I love the poison Hooked on the poison Get out my

Bitch you got me fucked up Came with my whole gang 20 of us walked up Fuck you mean you need to see ID? What you mean? Have the owner come and get me Talkin' shit, you tryna start what? Better have them bottles ready If not, bitch you got me fucked up

Talking to the man in her mirror And it's dangerous Sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman doing the same shit And you don't even care I know it's fucked up Different city, switching women Putting cups up, getting fucked up Ain't got

Oh, like we in a hurry No, no I won't tell nobody You're on your level too Tryna do what lovers do It's not good enough for me, since I been with you I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up I should know how to pick up I'm gonna catch the rhythm

Wouldn't be me without you Walk in the buildin', everybody stare Never made it to the room, I fucked her on the steps You either got balls or you shoot like Steph Yeah, yeah, yeah So damn real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki, woozy gang I

Sometimes life gets fucked up (fucked up) I can still feel your touch I still do those same drugs So I'm gettin' high all week without you Runnin' away from you takes time and pain And I don't even want to Popping pills, thinking about you I wish I

Ruby rarely rap about stacking up cash Prolly why my walls missing Platinum plaques From depression, the profession that happens so fast Hit some dabs last night now I'm back with no wax Always gotta get fucked up, I can't last one day without fucking it

And at once I knew I was not magnificent Jagged vacance, thick with ice And I could see for miles, miles, miles Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me You're laying waste to Halloween You fucked it friend, it's on its head, it struck the street