B!tch, I'm back out my coma
Wakin' up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover
Slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla
I'm hangin' on a hangover
Five years we been over
Ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
One more f#ck and I can own ya
One cold night in October
Pu$sy had me floatin'
Feel like Deepak Chopra
Pu$sy had me dead
Might call 2Pac over
Yeezys all on your sofa
These the Red Octobers
Still ain't learn me no manners
You love me when I ain't sober
You love me when I'm hungover
Even when I blow doja
Then her auntie came over
Skinny b!tch with no shoulders
Tellin' you that I'm bogus
B!tch, you don't even know us
"Baby girl, he's a loner"
"Baby girl, he's a loner"
Late-night organ donor
After that, he disown ya
After that he's just hopeless
Soul mates become soulless
"When it's over it's over"
And b!tch, I'm back out my coma