(I got that what's It's name with me baby)
(I got that what's It's name with me baby)
I'm running out of words to say
Should I stay or should I go? I don't know
I'm tired of feeling this pain
I gotta stay strong, What if I fold?
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
Say, late night, I'm thinking bout' you, baby
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
I can't feel my soul, I'm high up off this plama pack
And I just wanna' let you know, I forever got yo' back
Take me back to the dark roads, Before I knew what pain was
I was sitting in the middle of the room talking that shit, Remember daddy told me to hush
I feel I start to hate myself, I won't ever point the finger and just blame you
F*ck chasing hoes, I'd rather chase the devil, He say he gon' go and put out all the flames, ouuh
This can't be real, Or maybe it is, Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Spin the block for the kill, Shooting while stirring the wheel, Dead bodies in the streets yeah
Don't give no f*ck bout' what's her name said, Ratchet bitch, you brain dead
Hoe, get the f*ck up out my face, You see I ain't got my meds
She just wanna' talk bout' it, I'll shoot it out with you instead
Them crackas got behind me, hit the gas, then I sped, screaming f*ck em' till they all dead
This gangsta shit won't stop
I might call a op and tell em' let's go kill a cop
And shawty say I'm buggin'
I just need your love while I'm high off these drugs yeah
So above, I can't feel nothing
I'm checked out, I'm checked out, I'm checked out, So bitch don't talk to me
I'm checked out, I'm checked out, I'm checked out, So bitch don't talk to me
Take me back to the dark roads, Before I knew what pain was
I was sitting in the middle of the room talking that shit, Remember daddy told me to hush
I feel I start to hate myself, I won't never point the finger and just blame you
F*ck chasing hoes, I'd rather chase the devil, He say he gon' go and put out all the flames, ouuh
I'm running out of words to say
Should I stay or should I go? I don't know
I'm tired of feeling this pain
I gotta stay strong, What if I fold?
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
I can't feel my soul, I'm high up off this plama pack
And I just wanna' let you know, I forever got yo' back
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(I got that what's It's name with me baby)
(I got that what's It's name with me baby)
I'm running out of words to say
Should I stay or should I go? I don't know
I'm tired of feeling this pain
I gotta stay strong, What if I fold?
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
Say, late night, I'm thinking bout' you, baby
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
I can't feel my soul, I'm high up off this plama pack
And I just wanna' let you know, I forever got yo' back
Take me back to the dark roads, Before I knew what pain was
I was sitting in the middle of the room talking that shit, Remember daddy told me to hush
I feel I start to hate myself, I won't ever point the finger and just blame you
F*ck chasing hoes, I'd rather chase the devil, He say he gon' go and put out all the flames, ouuh
This can't be real, Or maybe it is, Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Spin the block for the kill, Shooting while stirring the wheel, Dead bodies in the streets yeah
Don't give no f*ck bout' what's her name said, Ratchet bitch, you brain dead
Hoe, get the f*ck up out my face, You see I ain't got my meds
She just wanna' talk bout' it, I'll shoot it out with you instead
Them crackas got behind me, hit the gas, then I sped, screaming f*ck em' till they all dead
This gangsta shit won't stop
I might call a op and tell em' let's go kill a cop
And shawty say I'm buggin'
I just need your love while I'm high off these drugs yeah
So above, I can't feel nothing
I'm checked out, I'm checked out, I'm checked out, So bitch don't talk to me
I'm checked out, I'm checked out, I'm checked out, So bitch don't talk to me
Take me back to the dark roads, Before I knew what pain was
I was sitting in the middle of the room talking that shit, Remember daddy told me to hush
I feel I start to hate myself, I won't never point the finger and just blame you
F*ck chasing hoes, I'd rather chase the devil, He say he gon' go and put out all the flames, ouuh
I'm running out of words to say
Should I stay or should I go? I don't know
I'm tired of feeling this pain
I gotta stay strong, What if I fold?
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
I can't feel my soul, I'm high up off this plama pack
And I just wanna' let you know, I forever got yo' back
(I got that what's It's name with me baby)
I'm running out of words to say
Should I stay or should I go? I don't know
I'm tired of feeling this pain
I gotta stay strong, What if I fold?
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
Say, late night, I'm thinking bout' you, baby
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
I can't feel my soul, I'm high up off this plama pack
And I just wanna' let you know, I forever got yo' back
Take me back to the dark roads, Before I knew what pain was
I was sitting in the middle of the room talking that shit, Remember daddy told me to hush
I feel I start to hate myself, I won't ever point the finger and just blame you
F*ck chasing hoes, I'd rather chase the devil, He say he gon' go and put out all the flames, ouuh
This can't be real, Or maybe it is, Pinch me if I'm dreaming
Spin the block for the kill, Shooting while stirring the wheel, Dead bodies in the streets yeah
Don't give no f*ck bout' what's her name said, Ratchet bitch, you brain dead
Hoe, get the f*ck up out my face, You see I ain't got my meds
She just wanna' talk bout' it, I'll shoot it out with you instead
Them crackas got behind me, hit the gas, then I sped, screaming f*ck em' till they all dead
This gangsta shit won't stop
I might call a op and tell em' let's go kill a cop
And shawty say I'm buggin'
I just need your love while I'm high off these drugs yeah
So above, I can't feel nothing
I'm checked out, I'm checked out, I'm checked out, So bitch don't talk to me
I'm checked out, I'm checked out, I'm checked out, So bitch don't talk to me
Take me back to the dark roads, Before I knew what pain was
I was sitting in the middle of the room talking that shit, Remember daddy told me to hush
I feel I start to hate myself, I won't never point the finger and just blame you
F*ck chasing hoes, I'd rather chase the devil, He say he gon' go and put out all the flames, ouuh
I'm running out of words to say
Should I stay or should I go? I don't know
I'm tired of feeling this pain
I gotta stay strong, What if I fold?
Late night, I'm thinking bout' you baby
I can't feel my soul, I'm high up off this plama pack
And I just wanna' let you know, I forever got yo' back
Writer: Domiya Wright
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