I Can't Eat
Jaxxon D. SilvaSteven Moses
I Can't Eat 歌詞
I been up lately, I dont really sleep
Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed
So I pop Percs, too many, cant eat
If you need work, you can join the team
I got a bad b!tch rolling through the hood with me
And B got 30 in the Magazine
Said, I aint tryna talk so why you talking to me?
Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean
Im rollin, Im poppin xannies, like they some candy
I cannot love no thotties, ho understand me
Im zooted, Im fxcking snoozin, lean got me sleepy
High as fxck, Im off the molly, Im sipping Fiji
I cant fxck with no fake sh!t, love me or leave me
Do sh!t, I really move sh!t, they cannot see me
Or stop me, dont gotta prove sh!t, dont do no talking
Off it, she said Im awful, I know Im awful
Dont love me, dont gotta like me, just give me top now
No I do not wanna hear you talk, and you can stop now
Ho, you got me fxcked up if you think I give a fxck now
Juice, jugs, and fxcking money, all I give a fxck bout
I been up lately, I dont really sleep
Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed
So I pop Percs, too many, cant eat
If you need work, you can join the team
I got a bad b!tch rolling through the hood with me
And B got 30 in the Magazine
Said, I aint tryna talk so why you talking to me?
Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean
This pretty hate machine, she wit me, yeah she love my gear
She only want me causeof my gear, but I dont really care
This pack as loud as Papa Roach, I blow it everywhere
I smoke til I condone, I gotta get there
All this codeine moved my bones, now Im outchea
All we do is sin here, it aint sincere
This loud wolf stay wit the pack, yeah
Its still so hard to relax though
I pop maj just to get up off my ass
Yeah, I make the block look like Candyland
I dont want this sh!t to end
No, I dont want this sh!t to end here
I been up lately, I dont really sleep
Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed
So I pop Percs, too many, cant eat
If you need work, you can join the team
I got a bad b!tch rolling through the hood with me
And B got 30 in the Magazine
Said, I aint tryna talk so why you talking to me?
Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean