Crying on the Moon

I really be tryna' god damn, I be tryna' chill but shit be making me mad

I don't even be on all that but

Man I get like that

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

They just gon' cap untill that truth comes to the light

I ain't thinkin' bout pickin' sides, I'm with the bird, that's wrong or right

You should know that boy gon' rat if he won't put down pipe and flight

You so scared to take your lick, u rather gon' risk your life

I told em I'll just take the plea, I ain't tryna fight, wit dem folks

And I can't buy that bitch no bag, guess she don't like me no more

No, I can't spend this shit on coach, I used to rob, that shit was free

I keep shit real, ain't kissin' ass, that's why them boy don't fuck with me

Oh, uh, look up, be real, come on, uh-huh

Them boys ain't really bout that shit, they typin' in that phone

Uh-huh, they shakin' ass and showin' teeth, them boys won't last too long

They drop a bag to get you gone it's smoke with me, I do that shit myself

I smoke and think all by myself

I pop the perks like fuck my health

My pride to big to ask for help, but shit

I probably need some help

If you was just gone take that love away, you probably should've kept it

I be in space, my tear drops float away, I can see them in heaven

Fye it up, uh, uh, uh, higher, uh, uh

Pop a ten, I'm tryna get higher, uh, uh

She is not my wife, but I might wife her, uh, uh

I think I like her, remind me of a rider, uh, uh

High up Baby take this shroom

I'm already fried, I been crying on the moon

I'm already fried, I be geeking with the stars

I gave the moon a ten, and I gave Pluto ass a

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