Released on July 28, 2023

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[Intro]

(I like it)


[Chorus]

I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed

But at night in my bed, it's so lonely

God couldn’t even make the perfect woman for me

Until somebody hold me down, I'm out here running these streets

Oh, Breannan

Lil' bitch, you know I can’t stand it when you play the mind games

Why babe? You could hit the highway

I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell wit' you


[Verse]

Well, I just found out my girl's been fucking an old partner lately

Contemplating on why they hate me, act shady and try to play me

She did this but still tell me, "Oh, Virgil I want your baby"

Like, stupid bitch, is you crazy? I wouldn't get you pregnant if you paid mе

And my other partner just dry-ass lyin', I know he a cappеr

He make me wanna sharpen a toothbrush, stick the blade through his Adam's Apple

I’m not innocent, I dibble and dabble, but Eve told Adam, "Eat the apple"

My only self defense mechanism is lay their face inside the gravel

I had to leave, ’cause she was too much to handle

Running from love, got no standards, was talking 'bout changing Pampers

Now it’s just me overloading clothes in the hamper

The house a mess, a disaster, I'm eating shrooms tryna manage


[Chorus]

I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed

But at night in my bed, it's so lonely

God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me

Until somebody hold me down, I’m out here running these streets

Oh, Breannan

Lil' bitch, you know I can't stand it when you play the mind games

Why babe? You could hit the highway

I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)


[Interlude]

Wit' you

Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)

Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)


[Chorus]

I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed

But at night in my bed, it's so lonely

God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me

Until somebody hold me down, I'm out here running these streets

Oh, Breannan

Lil' bitch, you know I can't stand it when you play the mind games

Why babe? You could hit the highway

I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)


[Interlude]

Wit' you

Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)

Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)