Whoa
She don't got no control
She got a broken soul
And she don't know what it's like
To wake up in the morning light, yeah
She always wanna fight
She don't know how to make it right, nah
Whoa
And she got style but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby, don't waste my time
I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby girl, that's alright
We're fucked up but we'll be fine
Wasted, wasted
Done with the liquor
Wanna taste it, taste it
Down with the dripper
Impatient, patient
Drugs in her system
Shawty can't two step
Tryna fuck with my rhythm
And late nights get longer
Your feelings get stronger
But if it's one thing I know
You're way too fucked, can't take you home
Cocaine crazy, off the rails
Money got long like her pinky nails
She do coco, no Chanel
Fucked up head but she bad as hell
And she got style but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby, don't waste my time
I'm fucked up and shit ain't right
And she got style, but I know that she crazy
And she do blow like she grew in the eighties
Baby girl, that's alright
We're fucked up but we'll be fine
Writer(s): Chase Copley, Golden Landis Von Jones, Landon Cube, Nicco Anthony Catalano, Tristan Seccuro
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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