(Hendrix going brazy)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Staring out my window
As days go by
Waiting for the sun to come out
To dry his eyes
To get off again
To leave sorrow
Oh
I be wanting to cut a nigga dick and make him eat it, I got torture in my heart
Full of gas, I smell Promethazine every time I fart
You know I'm on my demon, I kept it Z right from the start
Left no footprints on the scene, I did a mission in some Crocs
Every day Halloween, I spin broad day, it ain't gotta be dark
Every day shopping spree while riding in the mall, I'm pushing carts
Rocking all white cocaine clean, you know I'm hiding from the narcs
Now my nigga been wanting to beef 'cause I ain't tryna pay his lawyer
Fuck them, made us bleed, and ever since been tryna avoid us
Babygirl got that peach back there, she gotta be from Georgia
Walk through across a Lilly Dilly, bitch, I'ma need a quarter
Bust down Jesus piece, lately I've been feeling anointed
Staring out the window on a jigga early mornin'
You know you can't beat a nigga, might as well and come and join me
Scored a 40, and I ain't thirty yet, like how you ain't gon' afford me?
Say I can't wait to Sniper Gang, shoot shit up like the army
Staring out my window
As days go by
Waiting for the sun to come out
To dry his eyes
To get off again
To leave sorrow
Oh (Ayy)
Got your bitch stretched out, she in here getting peed on
Walking around the house butt-naked with my mink on
Dumped a whole clip on a bitch, then I reload
Fuck with Lil Crix, that's my dawg, yeah, Beethoven
Even though I know the nigga hating, I'ma keep showing
Love 'til I get him where I want, then I'ma cutthroat him
Sweet petite freak, soaking wet, weighing one fourty
Every drink turn Easter pink in my cupholder
I promise not to get too excited 'bout nothing
I don't expect for love to turn on me
Watching all the days fade, I can't even enjoy it
'Cause I be in the studio late into the morning
They keep throwing beef on my plate when I ain't hungry
I be tryna kill everything, I can't focus
Think 'bout where I been, where I came and where I got
I been at the top of my game, where I'd be without
Staring out my window
As days go by
Waiting for the sun to come out
To dry his eyes
To get off again
To [leave sorrow?]
Oh
'Cause I be in the studio late into the morning
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