Kant feel Lyrics

I'm tryna get up off these perc's

Yeah, I'm tryna get in a Tesla and swerve

Yeah, I'm tryna pour me up some syrup

Yeah, I'm tryna get up off these perc's

Yeah, I'm tryna get off of these perc's

I know that I gotta get off of this shit, cuz' this shit can't get any worse

I gotta slow down on all this shit, or I won't see my twenty-third

I know that it's time to quit, but oh my God I love perc's

But I can't end up in the back of that car, I can't end up in a hearse

Yeah, no, I can't end up in no six feet deep, I can't end up in the dirt

I can't end up in the dirt, I don't even close the curtains

I can't even close my eyes, cuz' I know I could die without it hurtin'

I'm just finna make it work

She just finna make it twerk

Fuckin' that bitch and then she call me Myron but I am not Lil Uzi Vert

How the hell you hearin' all that shit?

Tell me everything you heard

Tell me how you so damn broke

You can't even do a serve

Get the fuck off my phone lil' bitch

I don't care what you heard

Yeah, bitch get off my line

I done told you bout' a million times

They just been askin' why I got no time

Cuz' I just been on my grind

All of you askin' if I been alright

I don't care, shut up bitch I'm doing fine

I'm tryna cut back on the lean

I'm tryna cut back pourin' lines

Man I do so many drugs

But I never had a damn drop of wine

I hate being drunk

But I been geeked up all the time

I just been geeked up off this X

Yeah, both tweakin' off molly

So we just gonna have sex

Yeah, I'm tryna get in a Tesla and swerve

Yeah, I'm tryna pour me up some syrup

Yeah, I'm tryna get up off these perc's

Yeah, I'm tryna get off of these perc's

I know that I gotta get off of this shit, cuz' this shit can't get any worse

I gotta slow down on all this shit, or I won't see my twenty-third

I know that it's time to quit, but oh my God I love perc's

But I can't end up in the back of that car, I can't end up in a hearse

Yeah, no, I can't end up in no six feet deep, I can't end up in the dirt

I can't end up in the dirt, I don't even close the curtains

I can't even close my eyes, cuz' I know I could die without it hurtin'

I'm just finna make it work

She just finna make it twerk

Fuckin' that bitch and then she call me Myron but I am not Lil Uzi Vert

How the hell you hearin' all that shit?

Tell me everything you heard

Tell me how you so damn broke

You can't even do a serve

Yeah, I'm tryna get off of these perc's

I know that I gotta get off of this shit, cuz' this shit can't get any worse

I gotta slow down on all this shit, or I won't see my twenty-third

I know that it's time to quit, but oh my God I love perc's

But I can't end up in the back of that car, I can't end up in a hearse

Yeah, no, I can't end up in no six feet deep, I can't end up in the dirt

I can't end up in the dirt, I don't even close the curtains