California ft. Serenity Haes Lyrics

Aye

I got these bitches all over my dick and I can't seem to get em off

These fuck boys tell me how to get it they feet off the ground they can't seem to get em on

I feel like I'm living off only emotion and drugs I can't seem to get enough

Mother fuckers be gaining my trust just to crumble it up if I didn't speak true enough

Yeah

Whipping the Benz to the grand to go pickup a baggie and shoot it up

I been on the low down

Jay hit my phone and say brother we moving up

Time to get brewing up

So put down the double cup time to get suited up

My momma still calling me checking to see if I'm sober just call if you slipping love

Yeah

Stick em up just to get a bag

Lost my life to getting medicated

Now I'm stuck tryna fucking get it back

Pops carry everybody I wish I could get it all and fucking give it back

Tryna be at least half the man he is but damn it's more than just a fucking bag

Pop shit like a fucking tag

Hoping I can numb the bullshit

Hoping I can ration my mistakes and only bear the weight of just a portion

Some days I just wanna forfeit

Other days you can bring me down

Pop up on a father to my daughter still put you in the mother fucking ground

Excuse me for being a loner

I'm sorry Im no fucking fun

Had so many knives in my fucking back

I can no longer trust my own gut

I can longer trust my own gun

It's been whispering sweet lullabies to my temple for a over a month

Fucking shackled I can't even run