Текст песни
Ate breakfast with my ex, dead bitch
Now she text me in the afterlife
While I take a shit
Brush my teeth with a brick
Shower in a bunker afterparty at the crib
We only huffing duster
Yelling in a telephone under the covers
Slipped in the shower now
The light'll take me under
Dapped in the head, shirt turns red
In the garden with the snakes now
I'm living and dead in a world with no Ant
Who the fuck needs friends?
I got a million brain problems
And my bitch is probably all of them
Tryna be down, well he probably could
But that bitch just a little too Hollywood
Took about a pound of the
Charlie 'fore the party good
He ain't never seen a brick they
Shot him where he stood (Step off)
Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
(Step)
Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
(Shh)
Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up, back up
Drugs! (Drugs) Drugs! (Drugs) Drugs! (Drugs) Drugs! (Drugs)
She take another shot
And then she give another hug
She feelin' really snug like a
Rug who under a bug
Or maybe she meant the opposite
Molly did and she coppin' it
Selfie photo, she croppin' it
Since they askin', she poppin' it
Self-control, yeah, she lockin' it
All away thong, she rockin' it
Showin' she lonely only to end
Up alone and clockin' it
(Party, party, party, party
Party) And she ain't stoppin' it
Next morning, time for work, she still asleep
'Bout to lose her job
And it's the third time this week
She tryna make that paper on the web
Showin' her feet to them creeps
Ain't she sweet, now he askin' her to meet
At a club, 42nd and Whitelock
Now he got her cornered