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WHITNEY HOUSTON (DETOX RELAPSE)

WHITNEY HOUSTON (DETOX RELAPSE)

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Uh, uh, uh, uh (Phonz, where you at?)

Uh, uh, uh

Roses red, yeah, yeah, like my drank

Uh, violets blue like my Crip, bust your brain

All that disrespectful shit, I just can't tolerate

What really break my heart is niggas who say they loyal but ain't

Knives up in my back, I took 'em out and they betrayed

I don't ponder on no peons, they just yesterdays

I don't need no drugs, but I'd be lyin' if I said I don't

I don't want her love, but I need it 'cause it keep me goin'

Go to Hell and back on the daily, keep a blicky, that's my gun

And my mind go to dark places, so my beam, that's my son

I got lean, trust nobody but my fuckin' trap

AR-15 and the cold shoulder, that's the dap

We don't like to do no hand shakes, we don't trust 'em

I don't respect these women, slut 'em out, no hugs, just fuck 'em

I'm tryna have faith in somethin', I'm tryna believe in he

But if I don't believe in him, why he believe in me?

I need Holy water, but I'm drinkin' Hi-Tech

I'm fuckin' niggas' daughters, knowin' they got no self respect

From projects to private jets just to show my flex

I say it with my chest, I can't live check to check

Adidas stripes with Nike just to show I do my best

If I'm broke, I never sleep, I don't deserve no rest

Roses red, yeah, yeah, like my drank

Uh, violets blue like my Crip, bust your brain

All that disrespectful shit, I just can't tolerate

What really break my heart is niggas who say they loyal but ain't

Knives up in my back, I took 'em out and they betrayed

I don't ponder on no peons, they just yesterdays

I don't need no drugs, but I'd be lyin' if I said I don't

I don't want her love, but I need it 'cause it keep me goin'

Amy Winehouse, I need rehab like that

But I feel like Kurt Cobain, hidin' drugs, relapse

I be doin' better and I be gettin' worse

And when I go down, trust me, boy, it really hurt

I feel like Whitney Houston how I drown in drank

Ayy, it might be disrespectful, but that's just my pain

Feel like Whitney Houston how I drown in drank

Might be disrespectful, but that's just my pain

Just my pain

Just my pain

I feel like Whitney Houston, the way I drown in drank

It might be disrespectful, but I just drown my pain

Just my pain

Just my pain

I feel like Whitney Houston, the way I drown in drank

Drown in drank

I feel like Whitney Houston, the way I drown in drank

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