Lyrics: James Beight
Music: James Beight
（I always comeback）
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I'm feelin sick I think I need to pop this pill
Doctor told me get the scripts
Got the skillet everytime im in the kitchen
I'm whiping whiping whiping whiping
Baby I could give a ****
Punching in and pouring up it's a must
Musty all up in the blunt
You can smell it like a skunk ye
Talkin out my neck boy I ain't even done
But I'll Brodie got a gun and it gonna bust
Run run
I don't need to tell you how i feel all the time
its not all my fault when your always ****in stuck
I don't needa tell you how i feel i dont need your love
im smoking hell of a blunts yeah i'm geeked out my mind
yeah im always going hard snorting all the ****ing rocks
bitch im swagged out with my newrocks
feeling lala rara bitch im so lost i need to be found
i dont wanna ****
I don't need your love
I don't want your lust
so why you trying hard for
I don't wanna have fun
even if im drunk ion want your face near me