Sunday School - PlayStation Diaries

Party starting late
Should I leave today
Party starting late

Shoot up the party
Let's get it started
I got some problems
My blunt she solve em

Couple cuts on my wirsts
Trouble trusting a bitch
Voices stuck in my head
Telling me ill be dead

I'm kinda complicated
Obsssed wit intoxication
Don't fuck with the opposition
You lack all imagination

I'm getting too bold
I'm getting too cold
Put his name in the stone
We taking ya soul

We killin his bitch
We empty the clip
I talk wit my fist
We takin his shit

And I'm cruising in a harly
You can come and try to stop me
Say your better? Nigga hardly Ay

Got me acting hella cocky
Wit the choppa catchin bodies
Not a Lambo a Ferrari babe

Now they stay hitting my line
Trynna waste all of my time
Say she love me but don't wanna stay

This something you can't take from me
I'ma run up all this money
How much should I fucking spend today

Shoot up the party
Let's get it started
I got some problems
My blunt she solve em

Whole new problem
My clip stay loaded
They come from the side
Now watch how we fold em

I'm getting too bold
I'm getting too cold
Put his name in the stone
We taking ya soul

Now they tell me I'm evil
The lights I don't see those
She be driving me crazy
Make me think that need hoes

We killin his bitch
We empty the clip
I talk wit my fist
We takin his shit

Can't fuck with my click
You see how it goes
I up the stick
Now you finna go ghost

Written by:
LuXial Florentino

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