somedays we all feel awful Lyrics

In the back of a GT

I've been thinking makin' money for the reason called greediness

No matter what I put my money on

Can't stop thinkin' bout the feelin I was on

Her lip bloody like the chevy

What is redder is it cherry or the lip gloss

With the mask you call me freddie

These yungins under rate me but you don't need to defame me

These numbers never lied but you close your eyes for a shawty

Sendin' snap to all yo homies night

I would fight all you motherfuckers but I got no time

Since I don't use my dads cash, ion feel bad when I buy packs

I done fell a lot but I get back

On a Monday it ain't that fast

When I die bury me with my cash

When she lies she fucks with my trust

When I die bury me with my bag

When she lies she fucks with my mind

Took my own time on this project

My dick ain't no faucet

And I'm honest bout the fuckin' product

And I got the Prada and the lava

Pagan hate the drama

And she gave my flower but it's fuckin' rotten

Let's get back on topic

Let's get back on fuckin', let's get back on sumth

I don't wanna hear no word bout' me not being myself

Threw a ten cuz I didn't wanna deal with no blemish

Fore I die wanna leave sumth on to cherish

And there's nothing for the evenin'

I've been sippin', sippin'

Vodka with no chasers

Puked all over table

Last longer than fraser

Unaware of danger

Imma try and tame her

If not imma blame her

Cuz I ain't that famous