Letras
I'm just not ready to get sober
No, I don't wanna grow any older
Feel like all my days been getting colder
Wake up in the morning, wish my day was over
I got bad fucking habits, imma smoker
Put an eighth in the paper then I blow it
Fly like a Boeing
I'm a poet, nah the new David Bowie
I don't need a hoe to control me
And I don't need a hoe to console me, nah
Let's get drunk at the bar
Me and my niggas drive fancy cars
Fuck foreign broads
I'm so high right now, gon go to Mars
Didn't I tell you I'm geeked up
This Raf Simons bro it's not Adidas
Street nigga, but I'm still a diva
I'll beat up the cat, tell the hoe call PETA
Rick Owens and Ann Demeulemeester
Givenchy, Givenchy all on my t-shirt
Mary Jane, you know I need you
I know it's gon be me, so I keep that Nina
In the backseat, in case a nigga try me
Honk that horn then get behind me
Then you know that choppa blasting
Invest in me, invest in us
I can't see, what's in your heart
When you left, that tore me apart
So I black out off them drugs, my favorite candy bars
I'm on Xannax bars
I'm high as fuck up in the car
Gon die young, i'm not going far
What do you see me?
Girl i'm not a star
I'm a drug addict, with a broken heart
I made so many bad decisions, wish I could just restart
I'm just not ready to get sober
No, I don't wanna grow any older
Feel like all my days been getting colder
Wake up in the morning, wish my day was over
I got to high and it made my head spin
But I loved it, and I'd do that shit again and again
She gave me head in your bed
Then she called over her friends
And they all went crazy on that shit, no hands
No new friends, no
I can't trust no man
Met this bad bitch in Japan