BALENCIAGA LOUNGE CLOTHES

R.I.P. to Virgil, now it's Tyler on my Louis This hoe been around my circle, wouldn't call her no groupie I'm directing, like the colonel, but this ain't no movie All my jean tags say Purple, used to rock them Ksubis B-A-L-E-N-C-I-A-G-A Just my lounge clothes cost what you'll take to your grave She keep that frown on her, I'm off oxy everyday She wan't me down for her, but she know I'm already taken It's the same old shit, still so shaken On my mental, I can't take it Crack a seal, bitch I face it Real love, drugs replace it Dosage raising Will I live another day? I don't know Know Know where to go, tried to boss up on my own Woah, it's like I don't even feel no love from you no more No, I call the plug up, he bring me way more And all my troubles went away, soon as I float up I'll call my old hoe, f*ck her throat up up I was losin' my focus so I poured us both a cup up I'm slippin, slurrin, grabbed my keys, sped the truck up I'm 'boutta fly this bitch until I wake up Woah, I'm pissed because she just wanna f*ck me for my dough It's like I can't even find no real love no more Yeah, but what do I know? What do I know? What do I know? What do I What do I know? What do I know? What do I know? R.I.P. to Virgil, now it's Tyler on my Louis This hoe been around my circle, wouldn't call her no groupie I'm directing, like the colonel, but this ain't no movie All my jean tags say Purple, used to rock them Ksubis