♪ Wait,
hold on,
yeah,
we woke up ♪
♪ Intoxicated off of hard type drugs ♪
♪ I never told her it's on my mood now ♪
♪ I need some type of drug,
I need some type of substance ♪
She keeps sending me stuff
I need some type of substance
She keeps sending me stuff
So I need some type of drug
So I hit on my club Wanna spend some time with her though
Cold as I could dig in the floor Type of bitch I don't give a *
I'm a father job,
oh,
she gives me a new soul.
I need better cheese,
I'm a sinner in the street.
I need plenty of feed,
just the body you need.
I'm a flower to feed
I'm putting drugs in my drink
Bitch you know I'm a fake
Give you all of me
Take a dose, make you feel it
It's only one o'clock
We woke up
intoxicated off of all type of drugs
I never saw her with no love
I need some type of joy
I don't have any type of substance
She keeps sending me songs
And
she keeps sending me songs
So that means I need some type of joy
I take some, shake some, pop it like some ecstasy
Take some, shake some, pop it like some ecstasy
Take some, shake some, pop it like some ecstasy
So to take some,
shake some, poppin' like some magic scene
Baby, take some, shake some, poppin' like some magic scene
We will go
somewhere by the sea
That's a buzzer in me.
Coming down with a beat.
I'm a walking, walking, walking.
Looking like something to eat.
You know I'm a queen.
Ice man in my team.
I'm starting to blow a circuit