she loves her dealer

I remember the times you called me up late at night

You said you needed supplies, I was the one to provide

I got the cocaine for your attitude, the blunt for your mind

She said I'm one of a kind, and if I fuck she's still buying

I fell asleep in your car, I wanna ride it to hell

You said you wanna go with me, I wanna die by myself

I've been alone in my room wondering if God's even real

There's crushed up Xanax in my grinder, I mix weed with my pills

Yeah, I felt insecure and then she told me I was pretty

I've been riding around the city with this Henny, I've been sipping

She called me decline it, been too busy feeling Whitney