Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Cerda
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Up all night I ain't sober
Got a trap phone its a Motorola
I don't fuck with these hoes I ignore them
Cause all this pain got me fucking broken
Basic lil bitch you better go home
All my life I've been solo
Riding in the whip I'm on ghost mode
Sprinkle a little oxy in the white coke
I can see you
In the back room
No I don't fuck with you
I'm on my own two
Fell in love with a bitch, Now its fuck the rest
Six feet under lay me to rest
Pop another script I feel my best
Cause I'm tired of this pain stuck in my chest
Pain Pain Pain Pain
I ain't sober
I wish you'd feel the same
But that day is over
Why'd you say that you're in love
If I wasn't good enough
Damn
Up all night I ain't sober
Got a trap phone its a Motorola
I don't fuck with these hoes I ignore them
Cause all this pain got me fucking broken
Basic lil bitch you better go home
All my life I've been solo
Riding in the whip I'm on ghost mode
Sprinkle a little oxy in the white coke
I can see you
In the back room
No I don't fuck with you
I'm on my own two
Twisted off the coke in the bathroom
Bad lil Bitch she like my tattoos
But you don't want this pain it'll haunt you
Cause falling in love it'll cost you
I ain't been the same
Since love caused all my pain
Written by: David Cerda
