Baccarat Lyrics

I feel all my Debts

The tax on my losses

Sometimes wanna off (blick)

Thoughts make me nauseous

6 feet in the process chain and a Locket

That 300 black click pain everlasting

Baccarat

Table shots and I'm nonchalant

So much loss shared on top of a table cloth

Drawing 8s semi circles and feeling off

Room full of kings of the moments servants of flipping loss

Here go my life here my life again.

Deep South clipping windows and chasing loot

Tight circle and never a stress we could ever lose

throwing bets at a table I can't recoup

Dim lights focus the dealers black out the options

All in sight room full of people who also on this

Souls feeling cold paranoia switching the offense

The more more I win

The more confused on all this

Flights

Round trips whip tha scooter bikes

Venice sands skewed delight

Going broke stomach tight

Empty soul party nights

Aye Drunk and call the guys

Taking Ls and doing right

snakes will claim the heights

Calabasas from south east antics in my life

Every stage the same I sacrifice to sacrifice

Hot box cigarettes and careless nights I reminisce

At casinos trading times I love for things to get

Right now way Too busy to connect

Rooms so empty I create my distress

Black 550S pull up and collect

Black 550s pull up and collect

Only only only only only

Me and myself

Myself

Just me and myself

Myself just me and myself

Only only only only only

Me and myself

Myself

Just me and myself

Myself just me and myself