It's been so cold
And it's always the hardest thing
Your blood is running old in me
I wish I had the chance to right you
I wish I didn't look just like you
At times I think it hurts me
Cheap whiskey running old in me
I wish I had the chance to like you
I wish I didn't look just like you
I want you to listen want you listen pay attention to hear me
I'm on a road to bitches begging go down to pin me
Fucking witch you jokers only gave me a good laugh
Had to give up smoking but I'm tough on this good stash
Woke up in a church what the fuck is my name, bitch?
Filling up my aura holy shit I'm the greatest
Walked up in a function fucking up your Lay's chips
(?) highness I'm suprised I made it
And oh, oh, oh
If papa could see me
We'd probably sharing toast over 70's rieslings
I'm tryna get a hold of these demons
It ain't easy
And oh, oh, oh
If mama ain't love me
I'd probably be a (?) and cheating
Tryna get a hold of these demons
It ain't easy

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