[Intro, Bratchild]

So fucking sad

So fucking sad

I'm just so fucking sad

So fucking sad

I don't even know

So fucking sad

I don't

[Verse 1, Bratchild]

Pourin all the henney on the floor

For the dead men of summer that we lost, ah no

I definitely ain't the same no more

Definitely changed since the last time i been here i know

Where i have gone, where i go

Where i have gone, where i go

What have i done, do i know

What have i done, do i know

[Verse 2, Bratchild]

And i feel nothing but cramps

And i feel nothing like, damn

And if i feel something, damn

I rock all dem vans

I whip out the hats

Still with the max

And i'm lit

On my waist

Two .30s to your face

Gunpowder shredding it

When i roll in your crib its like

Lootings, shootings

Listening to ludacris in a stolen cruiser

Bad and boujee like i'm uzi

Bitch i be fusing when i'm losing

[Verse 3, Bratchild]

Emotionless rock

Taking jabs to the gut until his roots knocked

Tied up my noose when shit looks dark

Running up my nose a snot booger green as hulk bars

Better bugger before the chimps eat your arm like an egg roll

High as fuck twist me up bout to me see my leg roll

Research chemical got me searching for a pedestal

That i can apply with pistol shooting just to let em go

Take the bullet in the head them in harry thaw

Thaw on the bitch, yeah bitch you can get it

Penthouse in Paris

Shootin dope like morrison

In a bathtub with ya bitch

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