dont let the credits roll Lyrics

I'ma go crazy on this one

I was 19 rollin' weed in a shit blunt

Tight skinny jeans, how she squeeze in that big butt?

I was in the v with the team gettin' piss drunk

Likely I was white-girl-wasted

Spit a little game then the white girl taste it

Amazing, head to toe

I'm jaded, but I ain't boutta let you know

I'm right here but my mind out in Mexico

I'm far removed, touched down for my city like Plaxico

Forty two women down to do what I want em to

But i don't really care for that

Okay I care for that

But I don't really care for that

I say peace to mine, I need peace of mind so I pray for that

If I fall, don't let the credits roll

Said if I fall, don't let the credits roll

Nine to five, rap and women, women nine to five and rap

Shit, do i make sense? Or do I make sense of shit?

I'm overly sensitive

I'm happy you mentioned it

I'm startin think people only fuck with Bert for the benefits

That's when i get sad

Mope around and then I gotta bend a bitch

Nine to five, rap and women, women nine to five and rap

That's no life to live

I'm too anxious to hit your spliff

I'm too damaged to give you gifts

I'm all in my head, and I'm all in your ribs

Depressed but I'm tryna live

Where's my self esteem?

You only like what I let you see

Everybody want the best for me, but never check for me

I can see it in your eyes you gon' let me rot

Bitch I'm a god, I can end this life

Hakuna Matata, just let me die

They put wings on a shirt, hopin' that he'd fly

That he might seek an asylum but out his mind

His mom and his dad gave him good advice

Can't run with them scissors, he took a knife

He's close to the edge he gon' roll this dice

Roll this dice

Four, five, six, and he rolled it twice

Shit it must be his lucky night

Cause I can't hold my liquor

And the blogs might say I'm bitter

I'll make this night end so much quicker and slice right through my liver