Lyrics

How you see red but you always on go
demons tryna wrestle for my soul
shout out to my plug, bitch I nearly OD
cut that **** off knew he was gonna cross me
How you see red but you always on go
Demons tryna wrestle for my soul
Shout out to my plug, bitch I nearly OD
Shout out to my bitch for not foreseeing in me
Shout out to my bitch for not believing in me
Don't fuck with sober me she like this henny in me
Look me in my eyes can't see no fear in me
Clap back at you before you see a tear in me
Fuck it bitch we roaming through the streets
Still step on a **** with these off whites on my feet
No more starving bitch we up come on bon appetite
**** leave the table now they asking back for seats
Knew from the start some **** wasn't real
Honestly can give two fucks to speak on how ya feel
Who the one who kept the lights on bitch
I'm owed electric bills
Momma yo only son is hoodrich that's before the deal
How you see red but you always on go
demons tryna wrestle for my soul
shout out to my plug, bitch I nearly OD
cut that **** off knew he was gonna cross me
How you see red but you always on go
Demons tryna wrestle for my soul
Shout out to my plug, bitch I nearly OD
Shout out to my bitch for not foreseeing in me
**** weren't real from the start already peeped
Coming home 4 am with 4 thousand in my jeans
Stand on what you say make sure they feel just what you mean
In and out the field which one to wash his stick or cleats
Who you with I'm comin straight out the dale
Got one passport need four more to never see a cell
Seen some shit that's on my Z I swear I'll never tell
Cuzo told me in these streets you better have the bail
How you see red but you always on go
Demons tryna wrestle for my soul
Shout out to my plug, bitch I nearly OD
Cut that **** off knew he was gonna cross me
How you see red but you always on go
Demons tryna wrestle for my soul
Shout out to my plug, bitch I nearly OD
Shout out to my bitch for not foreseeing in me
Written by: Steve Arnaud
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