Motel 666 Songtext

Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
Motel 6 feet below
Spent it on a chain and designer clothes
Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
I spent it on my old friends
Never mix business with emotions, uh
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest, uh
Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman

Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah, yeah

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Everybody kept callin', I had to change my line
Don't ask how I'm doin' 'cause I'm doin' just fine
Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine Goin' through withdrawals, I got money on my mind

Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, stack that, stack that

Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(One, two)
(One, two, three, go)

Get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch
I'ma come back hard and write on my wrist
No more handouts, I ain't givin' shit
Suck my dick