alone

I dont know how the fxck Im supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do whats good for your paper
Hard to do good for your soul
Hard to do good for your soul
I got a lot on my head, lately a lot in my nose
Shorty aint come to my show
I shouldve known, I was a fool
Fxckin witchu, fxck with me, I never lose
Tryna make moves, but I just cant stop thinking about a get away
Aint talking heaven gates, dont believe anyway
No, I dont hate you, thats just what the Henny say
Been moving this sh!t since the eleventh grade
Thats why I move it the best today
Im tryna stack it up, stack it up, get it and dip
Pull up in the Uber no Lyft
She say my presence a gift, I might steal a kiss
Everytime I brought her back to my crib
Give her that d!ck while she split
I do not think that I know how to live
Im so god damn sick and tired of this sh!t
Catch me twisting up an L, cigarette up in my lips
Spark the backwoods with a Bic
Spark the ignition, Im tryna drive
I dont got no license, and Im kinda high
But fxck it lets ride, she let me inside
Now she grinding on my gears though
I dont know how the * *** Im supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do whats good for your paper
Hard to do good for your soul
Hard to do good for your soul
I dont know how the fxck Im supposedto go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, hard to do whats good for your paper
Hard to do good for your soul
Hard to do good for your soul
Ooh, walk with a stick
Because I cannot trust a soul (yeah)
Love no thot, b!tches they come and they go
Pause, I need me a second
I think that I need me like four
I fxck that b!tch, woah, you get ignored
I just want a big house and a bad b!tch
She keep-keep on keepin me from goin crazy
Its lately its like, 'Am I dumb or something?'
Try hit my lick, I wont run from nothin
That lil ho, she tryna fxck or somethin
Suck my d!ck I cant feel it, its numb or somethin
Told her dont miss an inch with her tongue or nothin
Met lil shorty twerkin at the club or somethin
Said come back to the trap, I got Xans I got Molly
I might have to hit with my plug or somethin
Aint no way around it, she gon fxck and suck it
If that goofy said that he a plug, he frontin
Pourin out lean in the Benz
I mix the green with the purple and red, tech
I used to think I could love
Everyone said they wasnt gon leave but they left
I dont know how the fxck Im supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do whats good for your paper
I dont do good for your soul
I dont do good for your soul
I dont know how the fxck Imsupposed to go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do whats good for your paper
I dont good for your soul
I dont for your soul
I dont know how the fxck Im supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do whats good for your paper
I dont do good for your soul
I dont do good for your soul
I dont know how the fxck Im supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do whats good for your paper
I dont good for your soul
I dont for your soul
I dont know how the fxck Im supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but its the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do whats good for your paper
I dont do good for your soul
I dont do good for your soul