Shota - Too Gone

When you hear the night come through
Pour out drinks I need the whole crew
I can't think I need a clear view
Just one more thing before I leave you
I don't hold back when I get on one
I speak my mind to almost no one
So I get high to make it all numb
You hear my voice you know I'm too gone
Blunt it heavy like it's lifting weights
Keep another baddie out of state
I get so high like a elevate
Wake up and do it another day
Ice on my wrist need to hibernate
Bitch on my phone I can't catch a break
I take a perc just to feel ok
Pour up a shot and that's to the face
I don't know why my mind just goes
On and on
Hear those demons calling on my phone
Hear those demons calling on my phone
Hear those demons calling on my
I hear the shit that they talking behind me I never push up but like I take a note
They hear the lingo but they cannot copy I promise we speaking the language of goats
Talking so fast that the pen write behind me if I start to right it, it start getting old
Pussy so wet that I slide up right in and I don't need no cover I just ride the boat
Why the fuck do they keep testing won't get the best of me promise I ain't tell a joke
Don't ask me no question don't come to my section just go back and look at the words that I wrote
I roll up another and I like to run but like why the fuck nobody ready to toke
I trust in my brothers and not in no other put on for my people they already know
I don't lose focus on what's on my plate
Stay in designer Celine on the shades
Chasing a bag that's a regular day
If I shoot I shot I say Kobe and fade
First sip of the purple and I feel alive
There's mud in my cup baby don't look inside
And we not the same not a regular guy
I'll get my first chain and I'll fill it with ice
I don't hold back when I get on one
I speak my mind to almost no one
So I get high to make it all numb
You hear my voice you know I'm too gone
You hear my voice you know I'm too gone
You hear my voice you know I'm too gone
She say how moving I say andale
I just be cashing a check to a check every week but I feel like I'm still under paid
I just be looking at money and bitches like they not the problems that I can't evade
Now I go crazy when I see a bottle and you know I take that shit straight to the face
Yeah, bag on my waist and it's labeled Goyard
I roll the blunt it's the size of a yard
I hit the gas and I go and take off you would swear I be moving just like I'm a car
Diamonds be shining so bright on my wrist you would turn of the lights it look like I'm a star
Every time they let me in that bitch I walk up in and I raise up the bar
Go run and tell your friends that you're leaving me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months and you gon' see
You'll never find nobody better than me

Written by:
Christopher Lee

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