Cognac

Cheap thrills
Cheap feels
I´m running out of chill
Bitch

Like kill bill
I-m making fucking blood spill
No feel

My eyes stuck to the ceiling
Until

I´m eaten by the darkness
Lo key

I keep running in circles
No free will

I ring another qt
Bad bitch

She gonna give me brains cuh
I've got the itch

Wasted, bummed out
Smoked out, stressed out
Locked inside a cell
And I just can't break out

Trynna kill time
But I can´t comply
I could complain
But I´d just waste time

I could come clean
But I've got no spine

You´ll ask what´s up
I'll just say I'm fine

Bitch I-m thinking that I've gotta
Reassign
All of these ideas that keep running through m mind
Do you mind, sipping wine
As I clear the frontlines

Bitches getting hype
Like kids with fortnite
Bitches hit me up
Like I've got the free white

Watered down my soul
Melting ice on cognac
Beanas get mad cause
I'm fly like bro-wright

Beamer's on my mind
And my body´s with her
We can still fuck, but my soul it withers
(we can still fuck, but my soul it withers)

Mob it outta here
Cause I´m building up like mob
Going psycho
Like a pro
Baby you kno we can glo

Bug a boo
That's abuse
Better get out before nun
I ain't saint , you ain't nun

Baby wet like a typhoon
She's unstable like monsoon
If you want I'll get the moon
But I think I spoke too soon

Bitches getting hype
Like kids with fortnite
Bitches hit me up
Like I've got the free white

Watered down my soul
Melting ice on cognac
Beanas get mad cause
I`m fly like bro-wright

Beamer's on my mind
And my body's with her
We can still fuck, but my soul it withers
(we can still fuck, but my soul it withers)