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Wanna ride with no windows up
I might put that top down
Told me get my money up
Told her I won't play around
Pouring I ain't had enough
Mixing so I take more
Pull up imma chop em up
So tell me what this shade for
I'm losing touch with how I'm feeling
I can tell you troubled but we always something different 
Better on my own but I can't tell you why I'm distant 
Promise that I've tried I'm running out of new prescriptions 

Talking down all they told me
Yet they never show me why they in they feelings
F*ck these lines imma pour out bags up for the show now she don't want no ceilings
Oh praying love is in this fifth
Yeah Tryna keep my heart when I'm just sorting through my chips yeah
Oh live to love my only wish
Thought these things could make it better tell me how could I resist 

Talking same that's on my wrist 
I keep shinning while I'm digging through these trenches with my fists
Wanna give me more than kiss
So I told her bring her friend cause all this waiting made me sick

Talking same that's on my wrist 
I keep shinning while I'm digging through these trenches with my
Wanna give me more than kiss
So I told her bring her friend yeah

Wanna ride with no windows up
I might put that top down
Told me get my money up
Told her I won't play around
Pouring I ain't had enough
Mixing so I take more
Pull up imma chop em up
So tell me what this shade for
I'm losing touch with how I'm feeling
I can tell you troubled but we always something different 
Better on my own but I can't tell you why I'm distant 
Promise that I've tried I'm running out of new prescriptions 

Im just scared I could lose you
4 am haven't slept couldn't tell you
My reflection cuts me deeper than your friends do 
F*ck
Guess I'm saying way too much just cause I hate you
Talking to myself but I can't ever seem to change this
Try to mend my health but all I learned was how to fake this
Run it through my head assure my soul that I can take this 
Pray this forty save me for this shotty make me brainless 

Guess I'm tired of this shit yeah
Way her thighs make it fit 
Made these nights on my own worth the wait on the phone pop a pill in the mix ugh
Got my heart on a switch yeah
Hit my phone what the sitch
Got my hands on her hips got a cheek on my tongue although hers on my kids

Wanna ride with no windows up
I might put that top down
Told me get my money up
Told her I won't play around
Pouring I ain't had enough
Mixing so I take more
Pull up imma chop em up
So tell me what this shade for
I'm losing touch with how I'm feeling
I can tell you troubled but we always something different 
Better on my own but I can't tell you why I'm distant 
Promise that I've tried I'm running out of new prescriptions

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