paroles de chanson Valentine's in the Hospital - mfwaves

Honestly... I was finna name this song after you girl
But... I can't remember your fucking name

Waver

About done smoking weed
Think I'd rather smoke me
I don't wanna eat but
But the void hungry

Fuck hoes running up like ho please
Pussy men running up like ho please

I hate to fuckin say it but I love to fuckin hate me
I can't fuckin blame me, in the mirror is a lame me

Lean back dope smoke since bout eighteen
Runnin with a g now I got a zippy

Running from the pigs Wavy say fuck em all
Good cop bad cop ain't sort em out
When I met your girl she be lending me her mouth
South san jo wavy stay down south

Three holes in a girl, that's a par three
Three holes in a friend, that's RIP
Way you balling stuck in D league
Way I'm living crazy clean OCD&G

Girl back up quick
Brand new shawty in a old ass whip
Cruisin down the block off 2 mgs of the sticks
Somehow I still feel like shit

Listen to your friends and your fam
They telling you I'm trash, I ain't finna be your man
I been off so much pot, I'm flying like I'm Peter Pan

I'm matching with b's till that hunie pop (honey pop)
Life is an ocean my love is a drop (is a drop)
So don't be wasting no water on Wavy when I tell you baby that we gotta stop
Nah

I been too fucked up
Living my life in cups (life in cups)
I love the drugs more than you
And that's what's up

Smoking on some weed to me is better than a cuban
I been here and there I'm still wondering where you been
I stay dotting my i's it don't pay to start assuming
The darkness in my mind lights the darkness in the room and

Wavy ain't a boomer or a zoomer boy I'm dooming
Stanning Alice Glass and fantasizing bout entombment
Y'all hos ain't even trolls, pussies lookin like some moomin
When the phen hit yeah I'm moving like a moon (man)

She say she so done with the fake shit
Told her she will be right when she changes
Glasses like church yeah my eyes fucking stained red
That's the color the panes is
Color my pain is
Whole lotta red, I bump while I'm blazing
Whole lotta red that's blood on the pavement
...Damn

But I'm wearing Mokiyomi, homie trapping in Japan
I been smoking on the low tryna hide who I am
Drank too heavy burned holes in my pants
Dead friends wave with holes in their hands

Wolf in the corner he waiting to eat
One eye on the pussy one eye on the streets
Pour one out the window room 623
Mind show me images noone should see

Showing me friends, but missing their faces
Smoking fast until I face it
Wake up with a tube in my veins
Saline I can taste it

They say that death follows all of us
I said fuck it I'mma chase it