Three
I should've let you fall
And bump your head
I can't even talk
I'm coming down off them meds
You my favorite broad
But I'm still married to the streets
We involved and she said yes
She said yes
She said yes
She said yes
She said
Yeah yeah
She said
She said yes
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
You've been so gone for so long
Down this road can't go slow
We gotta go
On slow-mo
I'm smoke dope solo
No hoes
My one goal's don't go broke
I don't post I go ghost
I'm still on go
Yeah uh
She reaching for the climax
I'm teaching my potential
My weed louder than IMAX
It pop like three-dimensional
I pray I get my life back
This street shit wasn't intentional
They gon' do you bad
They gon' do you wrong
Just add up the cash
Make sure it ain't off
It hurts to say this but it's true
Getting yourself to admit you f*cked up
Is the worst part
But I can't get it through you enough
Your heads hard
Said she won't listen to my stuff
This next part bout you
I should've let you fall
And bump your head
I can't even talk
I'm coming down off them meds
You my favorite broad
But I'm still married to the streets
Yeah we involved and she said yes
Yes
She said yes
She said yes
She said yes
She said yes
She said she said
Yeah
She