HandsFree Lyrics

No pen and paper this just really how I'm feelin yea

Can you see my eyes? baby girl I'm on prescription yea

Can we get more bottles yea

Can we find my women yeah

And I'm on codeine yeah

Tryna fix my problems yea

Gotta stay composed yea

Gotta put on my model yeah

Gotta flex my bitch

Show her off like dollars yea

We stuck around for way too long and saw the sunrise

And I love my brotha yeah we tied whether he wrong or right

Ill give some cash out

Cos beggars lose hope

Let my credit max out

Give my daughter what she wants

I been in your city for a week and you ain't hit my phone

Broski said he's fighting with depression, that shit hit home

I been smoking I wish you were here, I know you been gone

Cant be thinking 'bout what coulda been, I gotta move on

I just put down the percocet it made me too slow

She told me "Be careful with my heart, I know I look strong"

Boy you better look up to your dad I ain't no role model

She ain't got no face but got a body like a coke bottle

Really I be woke, I peep shit but I just act slow

Treat this shit like therapy, I'm speaking to my microphone

No pen and paper this just really how I'm feelin yea

Can you see my eyes? baby girl I'm on prescription yea

Can we get more bottles yea

Can we find my women yeah

And I'm on codeine yeah

Tryna fix my problems yea

Gotta stay composed yea

Gotta put on my model yeah

Gotta flex my bitch

Show her off like dollars yea

We stuck around for way too long and saw the sunrise

And I love my brotha yeah we tied whether he wrong or right