High By The Beach

That don't make you a man Boy look at you, lookin' at me I know you don't understand You could be a bad motherfucker But that don't make you a man Now you're just another one of my problems Because you got out of hand We won't survive We're sinkin' under the sand A bad motherfucker, I'm hot like the summer Got love for my brothers, but she love another So I only f*ck her and don't use no rubber I'm pulling out quick like they want me to cover My status is upper, I'm fast on the drum so just call me a gunner I'll put your ass southern, you won't need to suffer One shot to the back of your head, I'm a sucker Shout out the runners that stay in the gutter My flow is like butter, y'all eat it like supper But image is rougher than edge of my cutter If bitches be talking, I call for my ushers The drugs get me dumber, cause purple the color And gun make you stutter, you'll never recover I beat it like buzzers, if I really loved her I'd close up the shutters But she ain't my lover so f*ck it Boy look at you, lookin' at me I know you know how I feel Loving you is hard, being here's harder You take the wheel I don't wanna do this anymore It's so surreal I can't survive If this is all that's real Boy look at you, looking at me I know you don't understand You could be a bad motherfucker But that don't make you a man Now you're just another one of my problems Because you got out of hand We won't survive We're sinkin' under the sand And now that we high by the beach I can see in your face, you ain't made for these streets Our time ain't been brief, but I need the release We surrounded by all of these drugs that be cheap They make me complete, I'm feeling so sweet I pop another and I head for the peak Like taking a leap but I'm stuck on your leash And I only love you cause you good in the sheets Now I barely can speak but I'm loving this breeze Succumb to the paraphernalia feast I'm slurring my speech and I'm paler than bleach But I'm preaching my feelings like Catholic priests At least I can see you, you know that I need you I read you like books and I know how to treat you I hope that I please you, I'm reaching to feel you But seems that you're already gone and I dreamed you were here Now you're just another one of my problems Because you got out of hand We won't survive We're sinkin' under the sand Molly, Percocet, especially Xans (yeah) I'll pop anything that you put in my hands (pop anything that you put in my hands) In love with the green, CREAM and the grams (CREAM and the grams) We been drunk for a month, steppin' on cans (steppin' on cans, bitch) I don't wanna do this anymore It's so surreal I can't survive If this is all that's real Boy look at you, lookin' at me I know you don't understand You could be a bad motherfucker But that don't make you a man Now you're just another one of my problems Because you got out of hand We won't survive We're sinkin' under the sand