XTC - Dopamine Lyrics

I went back, I went back for Final Home
Not no Saks, Balenciaga head to toe
All black, perfect fit, every time hoe
Doors go up, I'm switching lanes, they suicidal
Butterfly coupe, not no rental
Oh yeah hit your thot, she gave top, hit her dental
I stand on my guap, on my guap, turn to ten foot
Already there, money spread, yeah, money fold
She a teen, I'm a teen, neither of us old
Popping way too many 2C-Bs, might overdose
Popping way too many 2C-Bs, that's how I cope
I don't shop no mall, I drop racks Soho
Get a rise out of watching you fall
Get a kick out of missing your calls
Ima pour a four up in my soda
I just crashed the Benz, skid it right out the lot
No, I ain't average, forked it, took your thot
I went back, I went back for Final Home
Not no Saks, Balenciaga head to toe
All black, perfect fit, every time hoe
Doors go up, I'm switching lanes, they suicidal
I need more dope, need more dopamine in my system
I can't feel nothing, I can't feel my face
You can't f*ck with us, going up no Adderall
Bitch I've been in my bag, once it's up, then it's stuck