Forgotten - wifisfuneral

They say the devil on my back but we just chillin don’t get uncomfortable\nAnd my life sucks I must admit it’s\nAnd my bitch she love the fact that I’m a narcissist and this my world they\njust livin' in it’s hard to get in where you fit\nAll the red, how she suck the tit, lost me in the mix (Okay)\nOh you sick, pull a fifty drum, make the opps shit (Okay)\nExtended clip, when she grab that shit, thought it was my dick\nAnd it’s me, I’m the son of Satan, tweaking off the (Haha)\nI got a grip, pointing it at a giant, knocking him out the club, bah!\nI been too damn high, I’m on the pills, let’s not mention (Mention)\nWe should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)\nI just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Fuck that)\nShe gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent (Hit that)\nI feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I’m scratchin' (Yeah, yeah)\nRemember days when hungry, I was fishin for a blessing (Aye yeah)\nI been too damn high, I’m on the pills, let’s not mention (Mention)\nWe should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)\nI just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Mmm, mmm)\nShe gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent\nI feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I’m scratchin'\nRemember days when hungry, I was fishin for a blessing (Fuck)\nRemember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing\nRemember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing