Certified Driller Boy

Baby, ohh If I had the money, love Would that make you love me Oh, would that make you love me Baby, ohh If I had the money, love Would that make you love me Oh, would that make you love me Baby, this shit too funny Loved you so much but your mind was the money Now this shit hurts all the way to my tummy You tore me apart and you threw it away Feel like I might been obsessed for too long Fucking this bitch then I dip it I'm gone Now I'm getting drunk smoke the blunt Now I'm feeling a buzz I wanna be numb, f*ck all this pain Depression, anxiety killing my brain Contemplating am I insane Starting all over again Mixing this shit with some tears in my eyes We had some lows but we also had highs I guess you're satan in a fucking disguise I see your face when I look to the sky Drinking some vodka I throw this shit up I throw this shit up (Uh) Look, I ain't got no times for no games Dipping out the socials then I'm coming again Recording all the vocals then we go with the plan Then we're going insane, Then we're going depressed Dye my hair blonde guess you can call me Stan I'm going too fast guess I don't have no breaks Making a mistake while I shake in my hands Shouldn't be fucking with a snake for a sex