James Wames - Limoncello Lyrics

Look at this my little this my
Yeah a lil medicated at the moment
Eight, nine months still
Eight, nine months still an open case
And its benign if I'm sentenced to a gate
Look at this my little this
Look at this my little this my
I got vomit in my lung bitch
I think I needa make the switch
Its hella vomit in my shit
I put drugs up in the bitch
I'm whippin my 200, I feel free
On my way to give him 200 for some weed
Pick it up in my 200
Then I gave him 200 more for some lean
Bitch is crazy said she'd die for me
Come and pour this lean up and go to the sky with me
Little baby I got juice
Purple deuce I pour this juice up just for you (para ti)
Kinda miss being high
I miss sipping red dyes
I miss burning weed
But I don't miss when I can't eat
Kinda miss pill pop
Never miss taking shot
Miss my throat itching
Like I need a cough drop, I just
I brought a mattress to a pillow fight
My status oh
My status f*ck a actress
She just rode my apparatus
Shed a single tear back in September
And my only fear that I won't remember
The importance of events that are just peppered
Throughout my brain with no detail cus I messed up
Scattered recollection of the xan leopard
Scattered recollection of all of the mess up
My perception f*cked up of what to develop
Scattered recollection of all of the mess up