Letras
I need a bag in this cold world Never get off with a lone girl
I'm taking drugs, I can dance in my own world Candy paint lane, I got vision like One Lord
Bro step on dope, he get off in his own world When your bitch in the spot, she a nanny
I used to sip codeine and brandy, I did it My bro used to work for a Randy
I know he don't recognize me no more Child abuse had me cold stoned
I overcame shit long road, two times On a MacBook Pro, I've been coding and going
Brain fart after the log, he ain't know it Sent out the car to the drop and we hold it
Sent her off flowers and lil mama hold em I can deal with the madness by my lonely
Been M.I.A. for a year, ain't seen a coney I danced with the devil, been trying to get
Off Cook up a song, then I slip and got off
Crashing for love, I've been dying for balls I can manipulate servers like Wall
He ran into a wall and wall dang Won't play with my nose but she love the cocaine
You rebels still helpless and danced in the rain
Like Peter, my bitch gon' be rocking like Jane I text and I ain't get no reply
She said it'd be cooler if a young nigga died I tatted my granny, I looked in her eyes
I promise that I'm turning grapes into wine I did it in the wild
Mmm, mm-mm, ayy, ayy I need a bag in this cold world
Never get off with a long girl With drugs, I can dance in my own world
Baby got vision like I own the world Mm-mm, symphonics, two times, yeah, ayy
Candy paint, ayy, candy paint lane, ayy Candy paint vision
Know I came different than this bitch this time, just
Tryna move her around
Tryna move her around