J.Yung - Memories (feat. FUR¥) Lyrics

(100 bags)
(100 bitches)
(100 bottles)
(100 pills)
(hey, hey, on me)
I wanna get me a sack, but I gotta give up the drank
I had to give up my bitches, just to get to know me
I had to say goodbye, cuz my homie done died
I had to wave my hand, my grandma's leavin
And she'll never come back
I had to find my own way
You just wouldn't understand
(Oooh, nah)
You won't understand, huh, bitch
Yeah, you dig this f*ckin' mud up, (oh, yah)
But you can't find shit, (ey, nah)
I'ma dig it up for some gold, yeah, (for that gold yah)
She gon' dig it up for some gold, yeah
I go and break her lock, yeah
She treat my cock like a lollipop
I treat my problems like some bitches
I smoke them away with my niggas
I toss one in the air for my hitters
I pour one on the ground for my brothers
They all f*ckin' gone, damn, I miss em
All these f*ckin' drugs, damn, I miss em, (f*ck)
All these f*ckin' drugs, damn, I miss em
(Damn, I miss em', damn, I miss em', yeah)
(Ooh, yeah damn i miss em, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah damn i miss em, yeah)
(Oooh, aah)
Yeah, I've been awake since 24 hours, yeah, (ooh, yeah)
I can't sleep nah, that bitch yeah, still in my head, (yeah, in my head)
Every f*ckin' time, yeah, (time, yeah)
I go outside, walk through places that I've been with her
Memories deep inside, they come back, oh, damn
It's so black, I'm fading out, where I'm heading, yeah, (oh, yah)
Haven't been asleep in a week, (week)
Poppin' on pills ain't cheap, (cheap)
F*ckin' with rats ain't real, (real)
F*ckin' with bitches ain't real, (real)
I want me the one that's real, (real)
I wish you could feel like me
I don't think you can think like me
I can't believe she still like me, (oh my god)
I don't think you can think like me, (oh, yeah)
I don't believe she still like me
I don't believe she still like me
(Ooh, yah)
I can't believe that she still like me, (ooh, yah)
I know that, bitch, oh, yeah, still think about me, huh
Yeah, you know I can feel the heat, (oh my god)
How the f*ck, ayy, yeah, how you treatin' me, (yeah, how the f*ck)
(I can't believe the way you treatin' me)
(I can't believe you still think about me)