Xotrey and Elcee - GREEN LIGHT

Awesome I lay in my coffin
Lately so often
And it feels so awful
But it's what I belong in
Where I wrote this song
What I put my thoughts in
I want you to bury me in my grave next to where I put my losses
I'll probably be buried in all Louis V cause I keep buying shit, I don't care what the cost is
It's common for me to receive compliments I'm the shit little bitch yeah I drip like a faucet
I got to be honest a lot of time I'm on drugs I don't eat and that shit makes me nauseous
I know you're not stepping to me, yeah be cautious
I'm in living hell and the booth is my office
This boy off of pills yet delivery flawless
Should play for Los Angeles, bitch yeah I'm balling
Hitting that green light
Rolling up weed yeah the green tight
Ay
I'm off a bean right
Agree that this flow is so mean right
Ay
Throwing up peace signs
Disturbing the peace in my free time
Ay
The money so clean right
Promise there's nothing to see right
I'm way too high to believe in myself, so I need someone else, I'm in need of some help
I'm way too high to believe in myself, so I need someone else, I'm in need of some help
Yeah I've been getting wealth
Still hate myself
Still hate myself
Still hate myself
I'm breaking bread amongst all of my real ties
I get too high that I don't even realize
I get too hyper so stay on the chill side
I get too angry I think I might kill my
Selfishness, yeah up in your pelvis bitch
Next up, I could really be Elvis rich
I don't think you really dance with the devil bitch
I'm a Rockstar, really on some metal shit
I'm a stoner smoking rose petals
I'm so special, need gold medals for my desk yeah
Need gold chains on my neck
Need more chains, need more gang with the tech yeah
I'm dripped out, Balmain's with the sweats
Got the gang out of debt
Got the whole gang a check
Got game, gold frames, whole gang rep the set
Whole gang play the game till the gang put to rest yeah
I grind and get my respect
Every girl glad that we met
For all my sins I'll repent
Yeah ride this wave get seasick
No one does it like me bitch
Got mad hoes in my resents
All this shit's strategic yeah I get cash and repeat it yeah
My dealer's number in my phone I pray you don't delete it
I don't want a pill sometimes I swear I fucking need it
Yeah I have a problem, all I ever do Is feed it
No fucking rehab on this planet could help me defeat it

Written by:
T Mullin

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