paroles de chanson Forgotten - wifisfuneral

Umm, what's up? What's up? What up? Oh yeah, uh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, aye
Said, "Get your face right" (Your face right)
Well, bitch, I hate life (Man, I hate life)
And I hate the fact that I took this and still ain't high (Man, I ain't high)
And I hate a bitch who on my line, ain't tryna waste time (Man, fuck)
Only time she eat up on this dick, she get a Facetime (Yeah, yeah, yuh)

Okay, I pull some strings, no voodoo with it (Okay)
We drop opps right off the block (Yuh)
Reconnect from bullets, they movin' different (Yuh, yuh)
Bloodshot red in my eyes, bitch, I been dead
This just the truth, no fiction
Listen, I can't even feel it's real unless I'm high (Okay)
Gotta keep my reaper by my side (Okay)
I know that they my keeper when I die (Okay)
Like [?] plays, we done made all five
They say the devil on my back but we just chillin', don't get uncomfortable
And my life sucks, I must admit, it's Mister "Throw A Fit"
And my bitch, she love the fact that I'm a narcissist and this my world
They just livin' in it, so just get in where you fit
All the red, how she suck the tip, lost me in the mix (Okay)
Oh, you sick? Pull up with that drum, make the opps shit (Okay)
Extended clip, when she grip that shit, thought it was my dick
And it's me, I'm the son of Satan, tweakin' off the real (Haha)
I got a grip, point it at a giant, knockin' him out the club (Bah!)

I been too damn high, I'm on the pills, let's not mention (Mention)
We should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)
I just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Fuck that)
She gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent (Hit that)
I feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I'm scratchin' (Yeah, yeah)
Remember days when hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing (Aye-yeah)
I been too damn high, I'm on the pills, let's not mention (Mention)
We should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)
I just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Mmh, mmh)
She gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent
I feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I'm scratchin'
Remember days when hungry, I was fishin for a blessing (Fuck)
Remember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing
Remember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing