Untitled (Pigeon Goldie)

I don't really think that I'ma be the one. Sniffing on this coke and it's making me numb

Red lights, race, not the Hollywood hills With this one track mind got me reaching for the thrill

I don't really think that we were made for this Going through my head and I'm starting to get pissed

Drinking off the bottle, yeah, I'm smashing on a fifth Running through the woes, not running through the 6

Baby, I'm so cheap, what's it really worth? Please use your teeth, cause I like the way it hurt

Ink in my skin, got a heart filled with hurt Let's play pretend, come on, bury me in dirt

Six feet below, better put in all the work Damn, I'm moving slow, why you always such a flirt

Take me way below every time you make a smirk Damn, I'm moving slow, why you always such a flirt

I don't really think that I'm a be the one. Sniffing on this coke and it's making me numb

Red lights, race, not the Hollywood hills With this one track mind got me reaching for the thrill