I Can't Eat Songtext

I been up lately, I don't really sleep
Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed
So I pop Percs, too many, can't eat
If you need work, you can join the team
I got a bad bitch rolling through the hood with me
And B got 30 in the Magazine
Said, I ain't tryna talk so why you talking to me?
Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean

I'm rollin', I'm poppin xannies, like they some candy
I cannot love no thotties, ho understand me
I'm zooted, I'm fucking snoozin', lean got me sleepy
High as fuck, I'm off the molly, I'm sipping Fiji
I can't fuck with no fake shit, love me or leave me
Do shit, I really move shit, they cannot see me
Or stop me, don't gotta prove shit, don't do no talking
Off it, she said I'm awful, I know I'm awful
Don't love me, don't gotta like me, just give me top now
No I do not wanna hear you talk, and you can stop now
Ho, you got me fucked up if you think I give a fuck now
Juice, jugs, and fucking money, all I give a fuck 'bout

I been up lately, I don't really sleep
Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed
So I pop Percs, too many, can't eat
If you need work, you can join the team
I got a bad bitch rolling through the hood with me
And B got 30 in the Magazine
Said, I ain't tryna talk so why you talking to me?
Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean

This pretty hate machine, she wit' me, yeah she love my gear
She only want me 'cause of my gear, but I don't really care
This pack as loud as Papa Roach, I blow it everywhere
I smoke 'til I condone, I gotta get there
All this codeine moved my bones, now I'm outchea
All we do is sin here, it ain't sincere
This loud wolf stay wit' the pack, yeah
It's still so hard to relax though
I pop maj just to get up off my ass
Yeah, I make the block look like Candyland
I don't want this shit to end
No, I don't want this shit to end here

I been up lately, I don't really sleep
Lil shawty off the coke, got her rolling my weed
So I pop Percs, too many, can't eat
If you need work, you can join the team
I got a bad bitch rolling through the hood with me
And B got 30 in the Magazine
Said, I ain't tryna talk so why you talking to me?
Faded off the wock, I dropped a Xan in my lean
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