HandsFree

No pen and paper this just really how I'm feelin yea Can you see my eyes? baby girl I'm on prescription yea Can we get more bottles yea Can we find my women yeah And I'm on codeine yeah Tryna fix my problems yea Gotta stay composed yea Gotta put on my model yeah Gotta flex my bitch Show her off like dollars yea We stuck around for way too long and saw the sunrise And I love my brotha yeah we tied whether he wrong or right Ill give some cash out Cos beggars lose hope Let my credit max out Give my daughter what she wants I been in your city for a week and you ain't hit my phone Broski said he's fighting with depression, that shit hit home I been smoking I wish you were here, I know you been gone Cant be thinking 'bout what coulda been, I gotta move on I just put down the percocet it made me too slow She told me "Be careful with my heart, I know I look strong" Boy you better look up to your dad I ain't no role model She ain't got no face but got a body like a coke bottle Really I be woke, I peep shit but I just act slow Treat this shit like therapy, I'm speaking to my microphone No pen and paper this just really how I'm feelin yea Can you see my eyes? baby girl I'm on prescription yea Can we get more bottles yea Can we find my women yeah And I'm on codeine yeah Tryna fix my problems yea Gotta stay composed yea Gotta put on my model yeah Gotta flex my bitch Show her off like dollars yea We stuck around for way too long and saw the sunrise And I love my brotha yeah we tied whether he wrong or right