Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She a throwaway, whoa
Can't get high no, aye, no, aye
Aye, aye, aye
[Verse 2]
Can't get high no more, tell me when it's over
She wanna take my soul, go away, aye
Thirty twenty rolls, made it off of shows
Spend it on some bows, control the pace
I don't trust them hoes, but I love 'em though
Spend it on her clothes, she a throwaway, aye
I'm not in the mood, I can't eat no food
Everything I choose, stomach throw it away, aye
I miss my old hood, I hope they all good
We just grew apart and it's okay, aye
Hope they try to rob me for my hopes and dreams
I'm a real reactor and I won't blink, uh
She wanna be a factor and that's okay
He wanna be a actor and get no pay
Everybody be upset, talkin' 'bout my old ways
We just on a different level and it's okay
Can't get high no more, tell me when it's over
I wish my P.O. would just go away
She wanna take my soul, spend it on her clothes
And I'ma let that bitch 'cause it's okay
Everbody but her trippin' on my old ways
I'm my mother's baby, I see your face, aye
Westside till the low, tatted on my soul
I'm an Austin **** like Stone Cold Steve
[Verse 3]
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't get high no more and it's o-
Can't get high no more, tell me when it's over
She wanna take my soul, go away, aye
Written by: Edward M Davis Jr, Lc Camel Jr
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