Lyrics Leave Me - Steven Moses

I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
Heron on my waist, but the money never ill as shit
I pop pills can't feel shit

I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
Heron on my waist
Got bags on my face, yeah
Bitch don't even ask me if it's real
Balenciaga sneakers using money tryna heal shit
Smoke so much
Pop pills, can't feel shit
Heron in my nose, relapse can't deal shit
And I'm still on my search for my purpose cause
Working ain't worth it, and movin' all this workin' me nervous

Say, I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
Heron on my waist
Got bags on my face, yeah
Bitch don't even ask me if it's real
Balenciaga sneakers using money tryna heal shit
Smoke so much
Pop pills, can't feel shit
Heron in my nose, relapse can't deal shit
And I'm still on my search for my purpose cause
Working ain't worth it, and movin' all this workin' me nervous

Said, I ain't ever spend no money tryna' flex
I just spend 800 on tech
She tryna fuck me, told her only want the neck
She tryna love me, but I only want respect
Oo, I just want get to this fetti
Think I'm gon die, ain't ready
So I'm gon' sip plenty
I drop the bean in my henny
Drugs and money I got plenty of bees and blue benjies
Went from Levi's to the subies
How the fuck you gon' be hoeing the sippies, don't use me
Walkin' around with that guac on me,
Remember I used to that Glock on me
Need a jag, I need ya'll watch on me
Feds hot, swear they watching me
Need a jag, I need ya'll watch on me
Feds hot, swear they watching me

I ain't ever spend no money tryna fuck her
Heron on my waist, but the money never ill as shit
I pop pills can't feel shit

I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
Hands on my waist
Got bags on my face, yeah
Bitch don't even ask me if it's real
Balenciaga sneakers using money tryna heal shit
Smoke so much
Pop pills, can't feel shit
Heron in my nose, relapse can't deal shit
And I'm still on my search for my purpose cause
Working ain't worth it, and movin' all this workin' me nervous

I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
Hands on my waist
Got bags on my face, yeah
Bitch don't even ask me if it's real
Balenciaga sneakers using money tryna heal shit
Smoke so much
Pop pills, can't feel shit
Heron in my nose, relapse can't deal shit
And I'm still on my search for my purpose cause
Working ain't worth it, and movin' all this workin' me nervous

Wake up wishin' I ain't wake up
Fuck that hoe, we never made love
A face that look just like an angel
The type you fuck with no makeup
Maybe our past wasn't meant to be, cause I accept it if I lost
Know I'm blessed with how I think, also know it, that's a curse
Complexity of a god, fuck
So now I be in the limelight drugged out
Thinking bout nothing, but money
Funny how only the people below me think they above me
Low key fucking love me,
Hoping with the best intent that I die,
So they can take my place, cause they think I'm lucky, damn
You really think it's luck, G?
You could leave me or love me

I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
Hands on my waist
Got bags on my face, yeah
Bitch don't even ask me if it's real
Balenciaga sneakers using money tryna heal shit
Smoke so much
Pop pills, can't feel shit
[?] in my nose, relapse can't deal shit
And I'm still on my search for my purpose cause
Working ain't worth it, and movin' all this workin' me nervous
I ain't ever spend no money tryna' fuck her
Hands on my waist
Got bags on my face, yeah
Bitch don't even ask me if it's real
Balenciaga sneakers using money tryna heal shit
Smoke so much
Pop pills, can't feel shit
[?] in my nose, relapse can't deal shit
And I'm still on my search for my purpose cause
Working ain't worth it, and movin' all this workin' me nervous