paroles de chanson Henny In a Paper Bag. - Young Juice

It's christmas eve im drunk as fuck and im alone too
And there's no telling what the fuck i'm really gon' do
Everything feel better with the lights off
Welcome to my conscience and my soul havin' a nice talk
When i was younger had the twinkling eyes
When i turned 17 remember i just wanted to die
Thats kinda fucked up, mad fucked up, what the fuck
Put my emotions over everything my weakness
I keep my sadness and my happiness a sеcret
It's depressing as fuck but it's a rеmix
To my emotions before i eat them

Play souls on my muthafuckin' headphones
Hope i never get home cause i'm on my skateboard
Why the world got so much damn hate for?
Is it all because of that damn paper?
Life look fine as hell from bout' the waist up
Then I get home and check the damn paystub
Put my airforce 1's and i'm headed out
I can't get no further from my fathers house
I get depression sittin' in here can't let it out
Whole damn world is in my head i wanna block it out
But i said don't worry bout' me i'm fine hoe
Got no opps to slide on i'm my rival
I was bout 6 watching american idol
Now im dancing in the dark with my eyes closed
I just wish that i had talent I got none of it
Fell in love with music don't tell my other bitch
Im about to lose it if i don't fuck a bitch
Sex addict thats also addicted to cuddling
(Hold on bro, hold on you said you addicted to what?)
(I said i like to fuck but i like to cuddle just as much)
Woooooh!
Walking round' with a eighth inside my denim
Got a paper bag with henny i don't really see the problem
I know im gon' pass out tonight i'll talk to you manana
I can't afford no prada but i really hope that you prada me
I done put my last check into these robbin jeans
Just incase a bitch see me rolling and wanna' ride with me
Can't afford wheels right now so im gon ride the beat
I'm so damn hungry im bout' to over eat
Post all this music hoping they notice me
Mixed personalities i can't even cope with me