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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
Wake up, what we doing today
I don't know but I need to get paid
Designer on me, fashionably late
Vivienne Westwood shades and the t-shirt Bape
Jump off stage and jump on a plane
One foot on their neck, one in my grave
Cashed off the rap now I'm actually paid
Bro cashed off the crack putting racks in safe
No cap like I just got a fade cunt
Shits changed but I'm still same cunt
CDG jeans stained with her make up
She popping pills I might take one
808 bump turn the bass up
I'm way too real for this fake love
Still hear Drews voice when I blaze up
In my feels when I take drugs
Empty pleasures, need someone to love me
Before rap, only known in the drug scene
Way back then she said we better as friends
I glowed up now she's begging to fuck me
Yeah yeah yeah
Way back then she said we better as friends
I glowed up now she's begging to fuck me
Empty sex and empty bottles got my heart filled up with sorrow
Abandoned and betrayed now my chest is feeling hollow
They hate you when you're winning, that's a bitter pill to swallow
I've taken way too many pray I'll make it to tomorrow, yeah
Kick it off, no foot in your door
Get in my way you'll get put on the floor
My stripper bitty rolling Cookies in Raw
She smoking trees up a pole like Wollongong mall
Fendi Gucci Louis Dior
Hands on her throat I ain't using the force
She only call me to root when she's bored
Few red flags that I choose to ignore
I can't judge her, I'm on the same shit
Don't trip babe, tie up your laces
Same old Hamish, love me or hate me
Popped both pills now I'm stuck in the matrix
Girl pop that pussy, let me taste it
Body tremors got her shaking
Sh-sh-shake it, Metro Station