Текст песни
I've been up all night in my head
Writing songs about love
Bout what?
Bout love
Bout, fuck it
Why bother
Why try
When she'd rather hear a song about drugs
Bout what?
In the club shaking butt
5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 thousand grams in my blunt
My what?
My cup!
Is that enough?
Why bother, why try
When she'd rather hear a song about drugs
Bout drugs
Ahh, fuck it then
Shorty need a song to make her top fall
Rockstars really knock her socks off
Fuckin right
I don't understand how my it's fault!
I'm just singing songs for the sad guys
Now I'm in the backseat
Bobbing my head to a trap beat
Fastly
Smoke in the air, got me laughing
Contact
I don't smoke
Now I'm high
So I wrote a song for the turn up
We can all sing, it go
Bounce that ass for a real one
Throw it in a circle
Make a nigga really feel some'n
Bounce that ass for a real one!
Throw it in a circle
Even if you gotta little one
Up all night in my head
Writing songs about love
Bout love
Why bother
Why try
When she'd rather hear a song about
Yeah
When she'd rather hear a song about drugs!
I've been up all night in my head
Writing songs about love
Bout what?
Bout love!
Just another song about drugs!
Why bother why try
When she'd rather hear a song about
Bout what?
Well here's another song about drugs
Just another song about drugs!
Just another song about drugs!
Well here's another song about
Dramamine
Artificial niggas make me nautious