Edgar Allan Poe'd Up Songtext

Green plants, nigga a botanist
Soon as I get the deposit
Loud man, liquor regardless
Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin'
Gucci on my balls in the Balmain
No plan, movin' with no brain
Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane
Same old cycle of trife, oh
Plan on breakin' the cycle
'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes
Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
Thank God for that body
God for this bottle
She a Coca-Cola copy
And she know Smino Papi
Gon' be feenin' for her
Head game crackin'
She a cluck with the fuck
Right now I'm on a roll
No time to butter you up
My heart on my sleeve
Boom-boom-ka-boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9

So I don't really want to talk about my feeling in here
Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare?
Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears
Said lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear
Of what?
May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions
Talking bout your people's and expect me to sit and listen
And they don't even like my ass
I know, I know my bad
Big trouble in little China
She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it?
Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front door
Put your pride in your lymph nodes
Know this world is so cut throat
And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't using it

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The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father