SEROTONIA.

Bandana on my head looking like Pac Cartier his watch heard he got popped I suffer a lot but suffer in silence Need some head or I might get violent Got a lot of pills don't be shy just try it Half and half got my serotonin high Lotta love to pass around baby girl, you so fine Started with joints now we on pharmaceuticals Maybe its karma maybe it suiting us And f*ck 12 they way too scrutinous F*ck all bitches who say that they through with us Cant fall in love with a bougie bitch Cant hear you, if your booty ain't thick Put a lot of work going acoustic, Got a lotta homies some carry boom sticks The drugs keep on calling The drugs keep on calling The comedown euphoric Handful of pills for the mourning Wake up pass out my everyday story Snort a line oxy no longer boxed in Bad bitch foxy addicted but godsent She got 2 friends I'm down for the foursome Everybody wanna be your bitch when you got drugs She got a man she liking my pics She ain't a fan but she want this dick Baby I can prove to you my tongue is slick Make her break up I call that a lick Serotonin high no need for spit Pull out at the climax no need for kids Wont text her back if her head game is weak Yeah Got a lot of lean baby girl don't be shy Half and half got your serotonin high You don't wanna die tonight Yeah Got a lotta pills baby girl don't be shy Half and half got your serotonin high Lotta love getting passed around But I want yours tonight Taste the codeine when you kiss my lips (Yeah) All this shit so foreign but you feel the bliss (Yeah) Take another sip keep moving your hips If its hard to breathe just take another sniff (Yeah) You might just, seize end up deceased Don't blame it on me When your grinding your teeth And its getting hard to sleep Fiending for lean I'll be deep in the next girl phone on DND Yeah Yeah Bandana on my head looking like Pac Cartier his watch heard he got popped I suffer a lot but suffer in silence Need some head or I might get violent Got a lot of pills don't be shy just try it Half and half got my serotonin high Lotta love to pass around baby girl, you so fine Started with joints now we on pharmaceuticals Maybe its karma maybe it suiting us And f*ck 12 they way too scrutinous F*ck all bitches who say that they through with us Cant fall in love with a bougie bitch Cant hear you, if your booty ain't thick Put a lot of work going acoustic, Got a lotta homies some carry boom sticks