Big Surf (Extended Version) ft. Daphne Lyrics

I love that the drugs make you think of me, because I know the feeling, I know just what

you're feeling

And we'll ride until the sunset in ecstasy, we're walking on the ceiling, blood rushing

to my head

But when you're mad, you see red, if she could, swear a hoe gon' fuck my dead opps, cause

a spiteful hoe worse than the fed cops

It's all good, I'ma keep it G instead, hate so good, can't get you out my head now

She don't love me, she just love how I lay it down

How I know this truly, but you still use me

But nah, I don't get used up usually

Fuck me so good, it confuse me

Thinking about you, another bitch in my bed now

Don't know her, hit those angles, make her legs lock

Pussy twitching, star glitching like a TikTok

She only text me when she want to get dicked down

I nut, then I'm gone with the wind

I can't make no more of the time that we spend

I love that the drugs make you think of me, because I know the feeling

I know just what you're feeling

And we'll ride until the sunset in ecstasy, we're walking on the ceiling

We're walking on the ceiling

I need to let it go instead now

But you're so good at those things that you do

My mind say no, but my body won't give it a rest

It won't give it a rest

Felt so good, can't get you out my head now

You're the feeling of ecstasy

Felt so good, but I'm trying to forget now

And I, I

I love that the drugs make you think of me, because I know the feeling

I know just what you're feeling

And we'll ride until the sunset in ecstasy, we're walking on the ceiling

We're walking on the ceiling

Blood rushing to my head

But sometimes all I see is red

Gripping on my pistol and my hand high

Self made, they never need a handout

Why these niggas come around with their hands out

What I stand on is why I stand out

Benefiting groupies and them fans out

Stick around because they know shit don't plan out

Vampires and blood sucking leeches

Devils and demons disguised as preachers

Run to heaven, need angel wings to reach us

Seeing trauma make angels lose their features

Popping many milligrams, pouring liters

Xand out, squeezing on lethal heaters

Tell the judge he hearing voices in his head

Combining charges, think his case is going fed now

Can't make fun, said he better off dead

I love that the drugs make you think of me, because I know the feeling

I know just what you're feeling

I know just what you're feeling