Cheer, they been waiting for me Haha, what the fuck? The fuck?
Feel the morning on my face Ain't a pill that I didn't take Just alive tryin' 'cause it's been a long day 'Cause I'm asleep when I R. I. P (ba-da-ba-dam)
Flashbacks, relapses, camera flash And don't forget your hashtag Rucksack, white stacks You're a dead man you better rid of that gat You gonna run game, they don't never run you, uh When they bitchin' on your name you say, fuck you too, too You say fuck a court case give detective no clues, clues 'Cause I'm Indiana J when I'm trippin' on the juice
Now let's get real quiet Feel so, feel so stupid, uh-oh-uh Ye-yeah, talk to me 'Bout to make a big deal, uproar And I'm in for the kill, La Roux Bitches lookin' like a meal, contour Percocet 'til we can't feel no more And I smoked somethin' that gon' knock me out, out Somehow this body won't just stay down, down Now let's get real quiet
Feel the morning on my face Ain't a pill that I didn't take (ba-da-ba-dam) Just alive tryin' 'cause it's been a long day (ba-da-ba-dam) 'Cause I'm asleep when I R. I. P (ba-da-ba-dam)
Compositor: Timothy Lee Mckenzie (PRS)Editor: L T Music Publishing (BMI)Publicado em 2019 (17/Set) e lançado em 1919 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #24405523 e fonograma #24122741 em 25/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM