dw ft. Sad Stars Entertainment Lyrics

(Sunnyisdead)

Sippin' cognac out the bottomless glass with Cartier glasses

Yeah, and she just took a xan and she broke it in half

And she shared it with her friend

Tell me that you love me, then I lost you

You put on a mask and a costume

I can already see straight through

I step on the gas, I go straight for you

You gon shed your skin cause that's what snakes do

My bedroom still smells like your perfume

Now I'm all alone, I don't know what to do

Now I'm all alone, I don't know what to do

Now I'm all alone

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

No

We sippin' cognac out the bottomless glass with Cartier glasses

Yeah, and she just took a xan and she broke it in half

And she shared it with her friend

I got hoes and you got hoes

And we both know how that goes

But I want you to be my boo

Call my phone, say "I miss you"

Why you tripping like I ain't the one that's there for you?

Why you tripping like I ain't the one who cared for you?

Baby listen Imma tell you what I need from you

No more secrets, baby tell me what I mean to you

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

No

Yeah

And Cass brought the grass for the puff puff pass

And she passed me a spliff that was fatter than her ass

And Nate was whipping past 160 on the dash

Said "we going too fast" and I'm praying we don't crash

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

No

Yeah

We sippin' cognac out the bottomless glass with Cartier glasses

Yeah, and she just took a xan and she broke it in half

And she shared it with her friend

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

Don't worry bout that

No

Yeah

Sarah sent a text, said she just finished class

Pull up to the sesh, it's a party in the west end

Cass brought the grass for the puff puff pass

And she passed me a spliff that was fatter than her ass

I'm tryna hit that

I'm tryna hit that

Girl, let me hit that

Girl, let me hit that

I'm tryna hit that

I'm tryna hit that

Girl, let me hit that

Girl, let me hit that