Lyrics A message from BLSM - BLSM

I'm a homewrecker
I'm a bag-getta
I'm a lane-switcher
I'm a bread-winner, yeah
I'm a homewrecker
I'm a bag-getta
I'm a lane-switcher
I'm a bread-winner, look
I'm a homewrecker
I'm a bag-getta
Baby I'm a lane-switcher
Baby I'm a bread-winner, look
I'm a homewrecker
I'm a bag-getta
Baby I'm a lane-switcher
Baby I'm a bread-winner, look

I released 5 straight hitters
Now Tri-Valley bumping my shit
Brad Pitt
How I'm blonde, posted up with the frosted tips
We the clique
Put them blinds down and just let it rip
Let it rip
Ballerina, how I make it spin so quick
I need a zip
Lighter on me, baby just abandon ship
I hit better
Fit better
Batta batta swing at that bitch adam
Don't add up how I run this shit
Fucking coke addict
Need medic
Checkin' on the pulse
Flatline flatline
Don't give no fuck about no results
Baby come join the army
Baby come and join the cult
We got cookies, we got chips
We got snort, we got dope
We got everything you need to put you up in a morgue, aye
Gonna put you in a pack
But baby where the fun in that?
I'm making bangers left and right
To the point where we can't relax
I might relapse
I might collapse
I'm running out of breath where I can't come back
I run it back
So sorry if you catch me off my Prozac

I couldn't go to concerts so I just threw on my own shit
Four trophies to my name money spread across ligaments
Fuck a bitch
Just for fun
Chew 'em up
Like they gum
Eat 'em up
Honey bun
Crew make sound
Westside Gunn
Looking in the mirror at my past self
Almost reached out to that bitch
That boy needed help
I got therapy, I got hell in me
Hot like kerosene
Give out dopamine
I got things up in my notes I can't repeat, bitch