Lyrics
Social Anxiety ain't a joke
Every time I step outside I wanna go back home
Hate outside, wanna go back home, smoke dro
Hate outside, wanna go back home, smoke dro
Hate outside, wanna go back home, smoke dro
Yeah
Hate outside, wanna go back home, smoke dro, yeah
Dro, yeah
Dro, yeah
Dro, yeah
Dro, yeah
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Dro, yeah
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All I think about is my dough
Plots and recipes, tryna' blow
Yaddas on my feet, Jim Jones
Sip promethazine like Bordeaux
Loose leaf blunt with Jane Doe
Shawty got a man, unfaithful
Balenci bag, her man payed for
Lenciaga bag with the foam
DND up on the bitch phone
Man keep calling on her phone
He know that bitch creepin' on the low
She don't give a fuck, she want coke
She just wanna sniff a line of blow
Call my blower phone for the blow
She call my blower phone for the snow
Cigarette help with the social
Social anxiety make me loco
Bipolar shawty, she loco
Bipolar nigga, I'm loco
Go to the gun range, blow .44's
Cop more ganja out in NoHo
Niggas stop me for a photo
Back in 90210'
La Flame shit, no rodeo
Cause I'm in 90210'
They said "The boy went loco, 160 on the freeway, solo"
140 for the Po-Po
Stop me cause in the sun my skin glow
Darkskin nigga got dough
Don't make it easy for me, nigga I know
Blood diamonds in the dirt
There's blood diamonds in the dirt that my nigga you deserve