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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaac Zale
Isaac Zale
Performer
Chuuwee
Chuuwee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dane Zabo
Dane Zabo
Composer
Alexander Monro
Alexander Monro
Composer
Samuel Liu
Samuel Liu
Composer
Dionte Hunter
Dionte Hunter
Composer
Isaac Piccolo
Isaac Piccolo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dane Zabo
Dane Zabo
Producer
Eza
Eza
Producer

Lyrics

I got her with her face down
My bedroom is a playground
Ain't no room for saints now
I need a sec to lay down and stay down
Inhale, exhale, pop one, then rail
Sinus, fried up, my blunt, light up
Inhale, exhale, pop one, then rail
Sinus, fried up, my blunt, light up
I don't wanna feel this shit no more
I don't feed that part of my soul
I don't wanna click-clack, let this blow
Whenever I take it too far with the blow
I never see God, so how should I know?
My shawty a ten and she fuck like a pro
Then pull it together, angelical throat
I don't wanna die 'fore I get to propose
I'm startin' to feel all the hate in my soul
My skin is a jacket, this planet is cold
If we playin' poker, then I never fold
And I never listen to shit I was told
Sayin' I'm cocky, they tell me I'm bold
I say I'm just different, don't fit in a mold
Come from where **** will kill you for gold
Put mine in my mouth, now my molars are froze
Pour up, two shots, this one for Tupac
I'm him, you not, I get double what you got
I'm too on and you off, spaz out, then cool off
I'm takin' the top of the coupe off
Shoes off, do a drag race like RuPaul
I got her with her face down
My bedroom is a playground
Ain't no room for saints now
I need a sec to lay down and stay down
Inhale, exhale, pop one, then rail
Sinus, fried up, my blunt, light up
Inhale, exhale, pop one, then rail
Sinus, fried up, my blunt, light up
Yeah, I'm so faded, the priest can't save me
Life so crazy, police might take me
Gotta get this money and feed my baby
Loaded .45, keep my safety, yeah, yeah
Pour up, two shots, this one for Tupac
I'm him, you not, I get double what you got
I'm too on and you off, spaz out, then cool off
I'm takin' the top of the coupe off
Shoes off, do a drag race like RuPaul
I got her with her face down
My bedroom is a playground
Ain't no room for saints now
I need a sec to lay down and stay down
Pour up two shots, this one for Tupac
I'm him, you not, I get double what you got
I'm too on and you off, spaz out, then cool off
I'm taking the top of the coupe off
Shoes off, do a drag race like RuPaul
Written by: Alexander Monro, Dane Zabo, Dionte Hunter, Isaac Piccolo, Samuel Liu
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