Percs Overdose

Billionstars Friend, friend with the devil Bands, xans, in my duffle bag (cash, cash) And my money, having a cuddle With Marc Cuban I can't comprehend Someone holdin' my hand I can't comprehend Someone holdin' my hand Leave me, leave me bleed I'm poppin' Molly and Leave My voice sounds terrible Voice crackin, can't feel my throat I feel dead, of a overdose Maybe it's the percs, making me cold My voice sounds terrible Voice crackin, can't feel my throat I feel dead, of a overdose Maybe it's the percs, making me cold It's cold, but I'm sweatin What the f*ck is happenin? Ay Satan, I didn't saw you Standing there In my ears, Satan tellin' me I'll be swimming Lyrics are too sad, my bad It's all the poison, I got attached with I'm tired of heartbreaks She broke my heart, so reckless Now I'm cryin' again, again Watch my love blow, blow in the wind Not surprised, I seen it comin I, I, I seen it comin Cry, cry, cry, cry, cryin Percs overdose, of a percs overdose