Chase Christian - Another Cup

Yeah
I just rolled me up a
I just rolled me up a
Wait, let me get that shit right there
Yeah
I just rolled me up a new
I just rolled me up a new
I just rolled me up a new blunt
Yeah
I just rolled me up a new blunt
New stuff
Smoke that bitch it's too stuffed
Liquor get me too fucked
Act dumb when I'm too drunk
Fucking with a new slut
She ain't built like you was
No one do it like you does
Praise God, hallelujah
That bitch left me with a broke heart
Cold heart
Disappeared a ghost heart
Loved her with my whole heart
Rock this shit it's chrome hearts
Make this music Mozart
Paint her face it's dope art
She skrt off like a go kart
She left me ain't want no parts
I been getting fucked up
Numbed up
Shit that fuck my lungs up
Pour another cup up
Emotions got me fucked up
Liquor got me fucked up
Weed got me fucked up
Why am I always fucked up
Pour another cup up
Riding around in the backseat I'm fucked up but I'm with the gang
I hope that my DD sober enough because he swerving lanes
Sip this pain away to make me numb I don't feel a thing
Tried to give that bitch my entire heart she don't want no wedding ring
I kept chasing she kept running
She ain't want my loving
But now I'm money thumbing
And now the bitch want something
She ain't getting nothing
She always out clubbing
I been grinding, I been hustling
In my city my name buzzing
I got this bitch jumping
808's they thumping
Leave you with concussions
And your new nigga a scrub
Tell that boy keep scrubbing
Been popping my shit
Ain't up for discussion
Yeah
You think that you winning but you know you can't play a player
Must not know me very well cause I'm a bad bitch slayer
Fuck all you haters
Deal with them boys later
Stepping on these niggas necks and my boots they alligator
Niggas steady asking where the old me at
Sometimes I wish I could get the old me back
But they don't like the new me cause they can't hold me back
Fuck my ex bitch tell my new bitch to hold these racks
I was up all night facing demons
Praying to Jesus
Running from my problems
Highway speeding
Strong gas feigning
Good drank needing
That bitch heart so gah damn cold you'd think she was anemic
Windows's down screaming fuck love
Damn I been getting fucked up
Right now I'm so fucked up
Light that fucking blunt up
Pour another cup up
Please pour another cup up

Written by:
Elijah Smith

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