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I can't feel my I can't feel my I can't feel my I can't feel my I can't feel my I can't feel my I can't feel my I can't feel my I can't feel my fucking face I took a pill, she took like 8 I told her "hit the fucking brakes" She said she can't she feeling great I grabbed that ass That sponge like cake I hope this ain't a big mistake This shit so strong it hits like bass She said she lost in outer space I told her that shit's A-okay 'Cause I'll give her that milky way Just get those panties out my way In her black hole there's no escape The lean so smooth it tastes like grapes With chemicals I cannot say I swear I feel it in my brain Man I don't even know her name But I know that I feel her pain This shit just helps to keep us sane Our lives remain in full restraint Ignore the bills when we get mail And tell em it was hit by rain And that's why that shit isn't paid I keep it chill, I keep it plain A couple pills, some purple lake But she don't wanna do the same She want that cane She want that blow And now she's trying to grab my phone And asking who I fucking know I told her "no, just take it slow." And out she went, right through the door And I'm still laying on the floor I'm wondering if I should go I'm way too high The streetlights glow My eyes so tired They feeling closed The air so cold Like frost, like snow I look but I can't see this hoe man Left or right man Right or left All I can do is fucking guess And then pray for the fucking best 'Cause I can't even call the feds 'Cause she'll get linked back to my meds And if she's dead It's on my head Man none of this was even meant My medicine, it has a dose Too much and you can comatose You mix this shit and f*ck who knows? They might have to go get that hose And stick it down your fucking nose And keep pushing it down your throat Then pump your guts until you bloat Then suck it out, this shit is gross But if they don't it's tickets bro Now where's this hoe It's fucking dark The dealers chill up at the park So maybe that's where I should start My lighter sparks A car just parked I see this bitch hop out a yard And in a car Man f*ck that bar Cause she might put me behind bars I thought that we could share our scars And merge our hearts But clearly not so here's a tip Don't share your script Especially with some psycho bitch Cause she might trip But you will fall And after all it takes one call And you gon' end up with one call man Life's too short To go to court So don't get caught With a bitch that snorts 'Cause most of them go overboard But keep the boat So say you won't I hope you don't I hope you know That you cannot trust no one bro Yeah