courteau - VII. HAVIN' A BLAST Lyrics

Yeah, we havin' a blast
Fifty bitches from the east
Give impossible task
Come on over and eat
Show the money real fast
Gotta make em complete
Money, pussy, and sass
Third degree burns
From the f*cking lyrics I rap
Women call me Jansport
They chasin' the bag
And the gang 'course
Livin' in nostalgia
Grab a water
Watch the sun set
During summer
Put the crown up
We the same source
Nature, murder, pussy on a pretty plain earth
Million muh' f*ckers ten beneath dirt
Tryna figure out from my homies
If imma be first
Like, what's worse?
Can you really make it in the hurse?
Is there any feelin' when you're hurt?
People wearing sweaters it ain't even your merch?
I see the money
Yurrrrtttt
Shouldn't figure out if I'm addicted to drugs
Why brown sugar 'round but never the love?
Mother tried to hand me over
Told him to, "hold me"
"Baby, put the needle down"
Listen my homie
Nothin' will save 'em
'Cept for where life got him going
God is always waiting
And the blunt always be rolling
Say, "the drugs are amazing "
Just keep livin' slow motion
"Love it sober?"
No way, good at keepin' it potent
I don't need
I don't need
I don't need a thing
'Cept my days back
Way back
Bitch, I'm talkin' bout' 'em days that
Have you thinkin' life
Every single way dads
All around could make a mother f*cking wav smack
Never be a part of his life
And hang back
While the mother f*cking chain smacks