Текст песни
Yeah. I get surgical. I get out my body when I burn with you. Love is from a distance, I did too much and it's hurting you. Text messages go green, huh? Guess it's what it seem, huh? You got over me, huh? Off to better things, huh? BB on your body, babe. Body shape a number eight. Lorries with the bloody steak. Smoking on a gumbo plate. Reminiscing's all we got. Leave me 'lone, I hope you don't. Leave me for this money, no. Treat me like these other hoes. You know that these bitches ain't 'bout shit, just Wanna talk about it. Put you through some things, but you okay now, You can talk about it, yeah. Therapy. I think this money cherish me. Got a whole denim. Put this shit before certain Family, yeah. I think my mind been playing tricks. I went from feeling good and lit to me Scrolling on your pic, but I won't click. It's better if I stunt and go legit so You can see me on my shit, looking healthy, Getting rich. Yeah, yeah. I ain't worried 'bout nothin', yeah. I be thinking 'bout death, yeah. This and that until it's, yeah. Nothing else matters but my goals now. I be making so much progress, bitch, it's on Now. So I can't turn around 'cause that's too Close to slowing down. Manifesting greatness. Hardly got the patience. If it ain't about no paper, what the fuck I look like waiting? Gotta keep it going. Couple VVS's on me, gotta keep it pouring. Bitch inside my bed for me, she keep that Pussy warm. Prolly make a porn. Legs up in the air, this bitch look like Mike Jordan. Big boss pace. Big boss everything, show you how to stunt. I been onto better things, never on the run. We gon' pay them lawyer fees, gotta keep a Gun. Yeah. 'Cause I can't trust anything. Look, you was my little bitch, for sure I Fell in love. I fell in love. I grip that ass, you give me kiss, I Give you hugs. For sure. Emotionless, and you don't like when I do drugs. Nah. You really knew me, seen past me being A thug. I called your phone and you ain't Call a nigga back. You call a nigga back. But you make time to go and call them Niggas back. Crazy. And nah, for real, I think it's best I Let you go. I let you go. I got some questions, it's some shit I wanna Know. Some wanna know. But then again, I'm like, "Fuck it, just let It go." Fuck it. I hope you happy and Living, and that's for sure. I'm still a nigga 'round this bitch, but you Know. But you know. Told you be patient with This rap shit, I'll blow. I was giving money to my brother on the Run. Brother on the run. I can see the Future when I'm looking at my son. Looking my son. The homie died, he went squeezing With a drum. I gotta get in shape, I'm having problems with my lungs, nigga. Yeah, yeah. You know you lose this shit, you gon' be Chasing it forever, right? Yeah, uh. I ain't worried 'bout nothing but a V. Big boss everything, big boss pace, ho nigga. Yeah. One of one. Gotta feel this shit, this shit so special. Soulful, yeah.
AFN Peso, Big Sad 1900 — Group Therapy
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