[Verse 1: derek]

Heartbreaks well I had a few, whiskey bottles with some calls to my ex

Thank God she didn’t answer, Asked God he didn’t answer

He said you too drunk shut the fuck up go to bed

Maybe that was just up in my head

But usually, God's just in my head

Took a few weeks off adjustin my head

Big bro said you want a lane you gotta make one, Those my day 1’s, take a bullet for em

He said shoot for the stars take a bullet form

But don’t do it too fast make the shit last

[Hook: derek]

Got a few friends been there since the jump, Jump

Got a few dirty freaks I like to fuck, Fuck

Got a few straight drinks we gonna chug, Chug

Got a few, Got a few, Got a few, Got a few

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[Verse 2: derek]

Got a few fuckin problems, Me and you boo we could solve em Blonde hair with a skinny waist, Blue eyes mesmerize when you hit the plate

God damn what you givin me look that look for

You gonn' make me bus it for my drawers hit the floor

Sip a few beers now I'm good throw that ass around

On the table, On the washer, In the kitchen break the dishes, On the carpet, In the carport and the closet and the loveseat

Think she love me, I'm a mess tho

Then we finish on the dresser, Drawers hittin floor she like why you stop hittin it for

I'ma get you going we gonna hit it some more

So I grab another beer give a shrug get it up and we go, and we go, and we go, and we go, and she go

[Hook]

[Verse 3: derek]

Got a few things, That I do well, Rappins one, Fuckin's 2, Fuck are you, Talking to, With that attitude, Get to walking boo

Drinkings 3, We could be, Anything we wanna be and so could you

I’m an indie rapper spectacular uncanny vernacular

Panties I'm packing in my suitcase at the end of the night

Big city big lights, Big titties, Big philly cheesesteaks

I'm not good at first dates or goodbyes or hugs

But I'm good at drugs, And that’s not something that I'm proud of

I got problems I'm escaping, Doubts that I will make it

Got a girl back home, I tell you I don’t miss her when I'm done fuckin you

But I do, When you leave

[Hook]

[Verse 4: derek]

I’m on my knees when you aren’t on yours

Prayin that you come back again, Nah I’m kidding to make you feel good

Cause I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t give a fuck about you

Or that you got a boyfriend, Or that you told me you’d leave him for me

How you expect me to believe you wouldn’t flip that shit on me, Pull some tricks on me

Always playing games, Always calling names, Always saying D you gonna catch that fame, You're gonna make your way

And I don't really think you mean it, You believe it

Til you say some shit like fuck me

Knowing God damn well I was about to ask you to leave

But fuck it, Run it

[Hook]