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Why do I?
Why Do I?
Why do I?
Why do I feel how I feel?
Why do I do what I do?
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
Why do I feel how I feel?
Why do I do what I do?
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
I'm alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
I cannot feel myself
Way too many drugs up in my body
Elvis Presley, Ricky bobby, this bad for my health
Keep telling me she don't want no one else
Keep sending these packs like hit my Zelle
This vacuum seal I got going to cure the smell
Hitting the road and I'm hitting a hundred
Every bitch that I f*ck with keep it hundred
Im pouring this juice up gotta stay blunted
Ohh, you know how i'm coming
Like f*ck that bitch, I don't need that bitch
I'll f*ck that bitch then delete that bitch
Bitch I be on my shit and you ain't about shit
I'm outside getting money with the clique
Going broke that's against my religion
Off-white stepping I'm fly as a pigeon
Can't f*ck with them, them boys pretending
Can't f*ck with them, them boys be tripping
Hang with the hoodlums I'm chasing these millions
Sparking it up and its smoke to the ceiling
Don't give a f*ck how these niggas be feeling
Ohh
Why do I feel how I feel?
Why do I do what i do?
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
Why do I feel how I feel?
Why do I do what I do?
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
Hitting these plays about to go hit another one
Too many bitches, but I need another one
Too many dollars to count gotta sum it up
They don't know nothing about that they don't get enough
Mud in the soda, yea this is a dirty cup
Smell the aroma, we lighting the cookies up
After we f*ck gotta go I don't cuddle up
Whips back to back when we pulling up
They know how we play this shit
She fucking with us then you might never see her again
Don't know who you playing with, we was outside with the shooters we wasn't shooting in the gym
I'm getting these presidents nigga, communicating with the Banker bout getting a M
Can't f*ck with no basic bitch, shorty be running it up & she gotta be Top Ten
Battling my sins
Like all of this shit that I'm dealing with got me tripping like if we do not see them we spinning again
Keeping it player like if she ain't fucking with me I'm a f*ck around f*ck her twin
Bending these corners and bending these blocks like f*ck them cops I'm a pop my shit
Why do I feel how I feel ?
Why do I do what I do?
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
Why do I feel how I feel?
Why do I do what I do?
I'm all alone I'm trippin talking to the moon
I'm all alone I'm tripping talking to the moon
Hitting these plays bout to go hit another one
Too many bitches, but I need another one
Too many dollars to count gotta sum it up
They don't know nothing about that they don't get enough
Mud in the soda yea this is a dirty cup
Smell the aroma we lighting the cookies up
After we f*ck gotta go I don't cuddle up
Whips back to back when we pulling up
They know how we play this shit
She fucking with us then you might never see her again

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