Thought Of You

Cuz it brings tears to my eyes with just the thought of you
With all the pain and the games you really done put me through
With all the fame it gets lame to even see you through
And all those moments we had I wished our kid would see
Ayy yea cuz you was playing with me
Fax hit harder than feelings we had our tendencies
But things fell hard apart like you ain't want it with me

Ayy yeah drowning my sorrows in this pain
We never wanted the same thing
Sipping up got his lean in my cup
And getting fucked up
If there ain't no cop then we dont stop
Fucking with that bitch but she just an opp
I got that bitch in the back and we rock
Like in new york we milly rock
Cuz in new york we win this shit
Birkin bag for my brand new bitch
I ain't even like her that much, she want it
Got bands in her face cuz we was flaunting

Raid it

Uh but im over this shit things that fell apart yk we fell in a ditch
We gotta dig ourself back up
Looking at this bitch im sipping lean up in my cup
Yea the thoughts that reminisce make me think ignorance is bliss

Pain