Lyrics Hotel Suite - Vinsins

Hey babe are you alright?
Yeah what are you doing
Just chilling nothing really why are you getting on it
Yeah I got a hotel in Soho what are you up to
Ohh nice can I come down
Hotel suite with empty packets that I should of served like tennis rackets
Instead I burned em with no matches roll a hungie put my head backwards
White chick with me she an actress
When the bag full when the bag full
When it's empty she an athlete coz she doin dashes like bag snatchers yeah
No reply when I don't supply should just shift the gear like a motorbike
But I dont wanna be alone tonight
Might take some vallies n float tonight before I hang up a rope tonight
Yeah I know she isn't no trophy wife but she knows me like she knows me like nobody else
Blaming the cards that I'm dealt when I'm just sabotaging my self
All of the pain that I've felt numbing it by fucking up my health
Past the point of help I pass the joint n she melt it on the paper like felt tip
I'd rather be nowhere else
Blaming the cards that I'm dealt when I'm just sabotaging my self
All of the pain that I've felt numbing it by fucking up my health
Past the point of help I pass the joint n she melt it on the paper like felt tip
I'd rather be nowhere else
Wash the rack off the kitchen bench swear I won't do this again
Next minute I'm sprinkling m in a drink n we sippin it
Empty saddys on the cabinet you can bet that she's lickin em
Her daddys happy she a graduate he still thinks that she's innocent
Tingling when the molly hit shes in heaven 93 percent coca please believe this isnt no ritalin
When there's no lines on the plate she's in the fire escape
Didn't say bye to my face text said sorry I'm late xx
Anxiety inside me got me paranoid
Peepin out the window like did u hear that noise
Got enemies who would pay stacks for seeing me up on the tabloid
Gotta be ready for that war feelin like John Snow on the wall
Don't even know why I trap for another sim in the android
Jump on work like a dance floor pekin duck n some bok choi
Need to eat with my fam more why doesn't my dad call me
I'm a walking talking tragedy
Blaming the cards that I'm dealt when I'm just sabotaging my self
All of the pain that I've felt numbing it by fucking up my health
Past the point of help I pass the joint n she melt it on the paper like felt tip
I'd rather be nowhere else
Blaming the cards that I'm dealt when I'm just sabotaging my self
All of the pain that I've felt numbing it by fucking up my health
Past the point of help I pass the joint n she melt it on the paper like felt tip
I'd rather be nowhere else