I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday Snorting two lines off of her boobies Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday Snorting two lines off of her boobies Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
Yeah, accidentally killed your mans up in the intersection R. I. P. to your boyfriend, now he up in my mentions I done knocked her, so I had to move on to her best friend Only thing we fear is police and depression Hey, I'm quite a rich little guy Took that nigga's bitch 'cause he still working at Five Guys Yeah, lil' nigga are you ready to die? 'Cause I'm coming off like two failed attempts of suicide Let's go, we some low lifes (Hah) I keep a pro-knife, and break the window when we pro-life I'm taking Prozac, let's split the metal of a blue pill that I got from Europe Let's solve the riddle of my sorrows Let's fuck tomorrow but keep it pimpin' (Mwah) I'm back in this bitch with your Saint Laurent on me (What) Niggas, they hate, but they bitch on me Shawty, shut up, come and lay your lips on me (Ugh, ugh, ugh) Actually, keep talking 'cause I'm quite lonely (Yeah) [?] up in her guts and I paint on her on like she an opp, son (Sex) My niggas crazy, they killers, committing some arson (Yeah) Fuck it, we litty, suck titties, pop pillies, [?]
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday Snorting two lines off of her boobies Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday Snorting two lines off of her boobies Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid