5 acessos
I hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
In Chicago, south from town
I love Indiana
I heard in the radio now
I can’t handle no liquor
But these bitches can’t handle me
I can’t control my bitches
And my bitches they can’t control me
You say you know me, my bitches
But you just really don’t know me
Bitch, I'm back out my coma, waking up on your sofa
When I park my Range Rover, slightly scratch your Corolla
Okay, I smashed your Corolla, I'm hanging the hangover
Five years we been over, ask me why I came over
One more hit and I can own ya
Baby girl he’s a loner, baby girl he’s a loner
Late night on October
After that he’s just on ya
After that he’s just hopeless
Soulmates become soulless
When it’s over, it’s over
My bitch, I’m back out my coma