Lyrics: Oliver Andersen
Prod.Nolandavinci&Gorskiyy
Pff, huh
Uh-huh, huh
Tsk, huh, huh, huh
Balance two addictions, yah
I can't balance two addictions, it's either you or it's the pills
Stomach wildin', got withdrawals, I tell big bro, "Go crack the seal"
Got these models in my drawers, but I still see you in my dreams
Thoughts keep flyin' through my head, but if you stayed, that's what I needed (Yeah)
Got Rick Owens that you've never seen 'cause this shit don't season
Got Balenci' on my shoes and this shit damn near is new season
Mix the blue pill with the yellow, you would think that I was Swedish
Gothic bitch, she got her wrist slit, but you know that I ain't squeamish
I see 40s, I'm laid back, come on, suck the dick, black
Clothes, bitch, I'm in Rick, back, I'm on my bullshit, tapped (Yeah)
That's how we movin', Xan' got me so stupid, can't
Hit me with Cupid, can't give my heart to you, bih
Can't give my heart to nobody, can't give my heart to you, shawty
It's 3 a.m. in the morning, you know I'm still up recordin'
I swear the rain, it keeps pourin', so the drank I keep pourin'
Shit, I can't balance, this is horrible, I want drugs, I want more love (Huh)
I can't balance two addictions, it's either you or it's the pills
Stomach wildin', got withdrawals, I tell big bro, "Go crack the seal"
Got these models in my drawers, but I still see you in my dreams
Thoughts keep flyin' through my head, but if you stayed, that's what I needed
Got Rick Owens that you've never seen 'cause this shit don't season
Got Balenci' on my shoes and this shit damn near is new season (Huh)
Mix the blue pill with the yellow, you would think that I was Swedish
Gothic bitch, she got her wrist, but you know that I ain't squeamish (Huh)