Bag ft. Kilocaine Lyrics

Even when I'm suicidal, I just gotta have a bag, bag, bag, bag

See me dead with no revival, and it really ain't that, bad, bad, bad

One day, i'ma take this money, when I die

No pain, i'ma end it all before I cry

Even when I'm dead and gone, I just gotta have a, bag, bag, bag, bag

Nobody gonna see the sadness, aye

Got a bad bitch, up on the mattress, aye

When does it end, all the madness, aye

I'll be taking shots, with a bad bitch, aye

Got that nicotine and babygirl you missing me

Take the smoke right to chest I'm breathing wintergreen

Tryna live a lavish life up in the limousine

Take a flight and then I end up in the Philippines

Everybody coming for my neck, guillotine

Got some poison, running in my veins, killing me

Got these motherfuckers, everywhere, billing me

I just need a bag, and then I'm good, Fantasy

Baby I'm so numb, aye

Tell me why I can't love, aye

Maybe I can blame the drugs

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Even when I'm suicidal, I just gotta have a bag, bag, bag, bag

See me dead with no revival, and it really ain't that, bad, bad, bad

One day, i'ma take this money, when I die

No pain, i'ma end it all before I cry

Even when I'm dead and gone, I just gotta have a, bag, bag, bag, bag

I gotta habit of getting a bag, and I swear to God, it wont stop

I gotta habit, when I rip the plastic, when I got a bag of that ah

And I add my magic, finna play like Madden, man I'm feeling Cody like Tom

Guess it's automatic, feeling so ecstatic, I'm feeling busta like rhyme like

Damn, leave me alone

I don't know why you be calling my phone

Feeling the weight, man I'm feeling so strong

Weight of the world weighed down on my soul like

Woah, Kil's back at it again

Walk with his back to the wind

Always on go, and he ain't asking for shit

That way his hand it don't get bit

Calling my own shots, in my own way

I'm working hard, I take the long way

Remember days in them hallways

When I dropped out, take my own way

Well I'm getting paid, no matter what

I'm out here, paving my own lane

Crazy how that shit works huh

Get a bag, and fuck the fame

Baby I'm so numb, aye

Tell me why I can't love, aye

Maybe I can blame the drugs

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Even when I'm suicidal, I just gotta have a bag, bag, bag, bag

See me dead with no revival, and it really ain't that, bad, bad, bad

One day, i'ma take this money, when I die

No pain, i'ma end it all before I cry

Even when I'm dead and gone, I just gotta have a, bag, bag, bag, bag

I just gotta get a bag, gotta get a bag

Get the bag, get the bag, get the bag yuh yuh

I just gotta get a bag, gotta get a bag

Get the bag, get the bag, get the bag yuh yuh