Goldlink
Yeah, yeah

We fight today, we fuck tomorrow, then we fuck again
I fuck her homie, she found out and then she fuck my men
Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of shit
Then she call the cops and say: You always make me sick
Then we fuck again
We make it up and then we're back to where we used to be
And usually, it takes like two or three, sometimes it last a week
Then we fight again
Then I fuck her friend, the cycle never end
That same little nigga yelling out that Westside
Was that same motherfucker in that drive by
Westside till I motherfucking d-ie
Eastside get the love, when I get high
Pop bottles and I forget that you even exist
Rarely at the cathedral, throw up the pacifists
Baby girl, I'm doing better with a star now
When I'm so deep in the pussy, make her star chow

Sober gave and sober thoughts
And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah, yeah)
Sober gave and sober thoughts (yeah)
And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah)

Good music, I got that
Good head, I got that
Sweet dreams, we got that
One beef, I'm bout that

Good music, I got that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Good head, I got that (alright)
Sweet dreams, we got that
One beef, I'm bout that (yeah, yeah)

Been thinking about getting this tat on my face
Who gives a fuck, nobody gets to see me anyways
My uncle hear this shit, and he probably be mortified
I'm only twenty years old, sounding like I'm forty-five
Sweet lullabies and license what can keep this driving
When I finally hear the car, I didn't steal, I'm riding thighs
Her panties, skirts, and denim dresses, all the finest linen
And the highest fabric backseat
steady rap, I'm an addict for you
Such a passion for you, never asked for much
Except a little loyalty, some head and Actavis
Swear it's meant for us, but I don't give a fuck
Addiction is the purest way of love, that gon' anti us
Dream driving, drunk driving
Foamposites, autopilot, coin wallet, we hiding
Heavenly father, don't be mad at me
I may not come when you want to, but I'm right on time

Sober gave and sober thoughts
And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah, yeah)
Sober gave and sober thoughts (yeah)
And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah)

Good music, I got that
Good head, I got that
Sweet dreams, we got that
One beef, I'm bout that

Good music, I got that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Good head, I got that (alright)
Sweet dreams, we got that
One beef, I'm bout that (yeah, yeah)

Yeah
I got that
I got that
We got that
I'm bout that

I got that
I got that
They fucked up (haha)
We fucked up