Purple Hair ft. Jack Malaby & James Yee Lyrics

I'm sick and tired of y'all

Y'all mad confusing to me

I'm sick and tired of y'all

Your words translucent to me

I don't know what to believe

You deceived his every thought

No room to think

So I bleed my every thought

I can't breathe I start to cough

All your issues all your problems

I can't stop em so she pops one

Sixty mgs of ego what she dropping

She ain't dropping by my crib

But she's blocking all her issues

Popping pills just like they zits

Shopping smoking sucking him who

What has she even been through

I don't know

All I know is that all her issues

Are so fucking see through

Don't see you I see Lucy

Sweater Gucci

Said it's nice to meet you

Gurl this the 4 times

By next week it'll be nine

It's been nice we always overstep the line

Gurl you take yo time

Every time you shine and yours outfits

I'm drowning I'm lounging

I can't breathe start counting my pulse

I heart the east coast

My soul is the only thing

So my soul is the most

But my soul into motion

You caught me I might choke

You caught me I'm frozen

Learn to hang no rope

I'm sick n tired of y'all I'm sick I'm tired of y'all

Y'all got me lazy driving swerving crazy

I'm sick n tired of y'all I'm sick I'm tired of y'all

The jacket paisley purple haze lady

She had purple hair she had purple hair

She from a movie gurl a young Scorsese

I'm sick n tired of y'all I'm sick I'm tired of y'all

Y'all always hating while I'm playing in the daisies

I'm dishing out apologies

I'm sorry to your girlfriend

That you ain't me

That I got it

This shit ain't free

You want codeine

Or promethazine

I'm on magazines

I rock magazines

Quarter pounder and a M three

I don't drive beamers

But this Beam clean

MTV onna green screen

I put your face on a white tee

Bitches all tryna wife me

Got my name tatted

And her ass fatter

Than Druski sipping iced tea

No disrespect to a fat motherfucker

I cashed a biggie check, pushin 2 packs brother

One with the white and another with the green

Strips with the blue

Celebrate with the team

I brought up you to yo bitch

She said don't be mean

She said you're like her lil bro

I had to have some sympathy

I do not know you

So don't talk bad on me

I mixed her guts for you

That ones on me

I said I'm sorry but I'm too far gone

I crashed the whip let it burn on the lawn

I'm irresponsible

I know this rockstar shit too fun

Sorry to my mom it's cause i'm young

She knew that it was possible

Success improbable

So why not celebrate

That I got it

Fifty milligrams

Celebration in my pocket

I been blowing up

I might hit you with the rocket

Bitch stop it