CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Presents*

Pull up to the morgue and she drink my c*m up
I sip too much, I might feel drunk
My tummy hurt so I need some Tums
Sit back on a stump
I feel like a Virgo 'cause I'm going drunk
You're like a needle [?]
Aye, aye, pump it up
Feel like Joe Budden, I'm smoking these Runtz
Feel like Complex 'cause I got academics
And she shaking when she see my presents
I popped ten pills, yeah, I might go to Heaven
She asked my next song, I think I'm a senate
I got these buttons but you shouldn't press it
I'm off depressants
I feel like a fireman
Pull up in Walmart and I'ma [?] sh*t

Pull up in Walmart like it's Black Friday
Black crows, black cats, black spiders and hallways
Blackberry Gatorade, I need to hydrate
Go under the ground when I see that the sky's grey
Look at my clothes, they're covered in insects
Why are you looking at me? I'm not singing
when she saw me on Pinterest
Don't look at me 'cause you're not in my interest
I'm smoking on Runtz, yeah [?] pinching
I'm with my boys and we pull up with [?]
They say it sound like I [?]
You're just a peon, yeah, you're just a pigeon
I'm gonna clip your wings so you can't see a thing