Real niggas don't cry
I just got shit in my eyes
Sober life, so we all stressing
But I'm stressing 10 times
Booming boomin' it's no option
Teen love bloomin', watch it blossom
F*ck that teen love for the moment
I got teen drugs cause it's poppin'
I had enough, can't you tell from cups
Of ice cream, I f*cked up
Go and diabetes me up
Drivin with no destination
And it's late that gas is wasted
Shit that's life, that's what you make it
I make it right
When I sleep away the days
Just a f*cking couch with Lays
Can't reach that next level
Cause I'm stuck in a maze
I don't even eat pop tarts anymore
Shit I used to live for em
Excitement when that milks poured
But now I got some dirt
More than just on my floor
I try to hide I never really specialized
In home decor for the score
I never said I only like white bitches
I don't even like callin' bitches "bitches"
Unless it's as a term of endearment
Lost
I don't even know where
I was goin' with this song
I don't even know where
I'm goin' with life
I think I need a redo
Feels like I'm doin' it wrong
All the shit that made me happy
Can't even bring out a smile
And all my thoughts are foul
In unorganized files
Mind if I wild out
You can't step with me, you got the gout
Next to me, well no one now
Next to stop is Waffle House
Really Mels I smell like hell
Like awe hell can't really tell
My nose sucks ass I think I'll last
But won't be last, drive to crash
Lost
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Real niggas don't cry
I just got shit in my eyes
Sober life, so we all stressing
But I'm stressing 10 times
Booming boomin' it's no option
Teen love bloomin', watch it blossom
F*ck that teen love for the moment
I got teen drugs cause it's poppin'
I had enough, can't you tell from cups
Of ice cream, I f*cked up
Go and diabetes me up
Drivin with no destination
And it's late that gas is wasted
Shit that's life, that's what you make it
I make it right
When I sleep away the days
Just a f*cking couch with Lays
Can't reach that next level
Cause I'm stuck in a maze
I don't even eat pop tarts anymore
Shit I used to live for em
Excitement when that milks poured
But now I got some dirt
More than just on my floor
I try to hide I never really specialized
In home decor for the score
I never said I only like white bitches
I don't even like callin' bitches "bitches"
Unless it's as a term of endearment
Lost
I don't even know where
I was goin' with this song
I don't even know where
I'm goin' with life
I think I need a redo
Feels like I'm doin' it wrong
All the shit that made me happy
Can't even bring out a smile
And all my thoughts are foul
In unorganized files
Mind if I wild out
You can't step with me, you got the gout
Next to me, well no one now
Next to stop is Waffle House
Really Mels I smell like hell
Like awe hell can't really tell
My nose sucks ass I think I'll last
But won't be last, drive to crash
Lost
I just got shit in my eyes
Sober life, so we all stressing
But I'm stressing 10 times
Booming boomin' it's no option
Teen love bloomin', watch it blossom
F*ck that teen love for the moment
I got teen drugs cause it's poppin'
I had enough, can't you tell from cups
Of ice cream, I f*cked up
Go and diabetes me up
Drivin with no destination
And it's late that gas is wasted
Shit that's life, that's what you make it
I make it right
When I sleep away the days
Just a f*cking couch with Lays
Can't reach that next level
Cause I'm stuck in a maze
I don't even eat pop tarts anymore
Shit I used to live for em
Excitement when that milks poured
But now I got some dirt
More than just on my floor
I try to hide I never really specialized
In home decor for the score
I never said I only like white bitches
I don't even like callin' bitches "bitches"
Unless it's as a term of endearment
Lost
I don't even know where
I was goin' with this song
I don't even know where
I'm goin' with life
I think I need a redo
Feels like I'm doin' it wrong
All the shit that made me happy
Can't even bring out a smile
And all my thoughts are foul
In unorganized files
Mind if I wild out
You can't step with me, you got the gout
Next to me, well no one now
Next to stop is Waffle House
Really Mels I smell like hell
Like awe hell can't really tell
My nose sucks ass I think I'll last
But won't be last, drive to crash
Lost
Writer: Raelyn Cluse
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave