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letra de down bad - destroy lonely

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i was down bad, stealing out the walmart
spend my last on a jugg, make it all back
gotta get a bag, wanna ball like an all-star
came with 5 different ho’s and they all bad
smoking 5 different strains, and they all gas
got a bad lil’ b-tch and she all ass
need a big book bag, filled with all cash
and i still miss the purple, tell it call back please

[verse]
i could tell her that i love her ‘cause it’s all on e
i could hear the xans tryna call on me
tryna make a couple bands by the time i leave
i’m a fallen angel and i lost my wings
gotta get fly so i could live with jesus
always on my right side, n-gga, slime nezzus
i could tell you how i’m livin’, but you prolly won’t believe it
late nights geekin, make a lil’ cash, spend it all on weed
all these b-tches tryna link, and they prolly won’t leave
whole house reeking, smell like reefer
been thinking ‘bout the guap, ‘cause that’s all i need
watch the purple when it drop, let it fall like leaves
and my heart cold, can’t show love easy
gotta work for what you want, ‘cause this sh-t not easy
and imma chase this check, till the day i stop breathing
[?]
[?], i stay with big b’s
i don’t have time to put trust in these people
i was down bad, and they wasn’t helping me
now that i’m up i get fly like a eagle
everyone come around, just tryna see
i told this lil’ n-gga that we not equal, ‘cause it’s some sh-t that they still gotta see
i’m stuck in my head, still tryna work on me
[?]
[?]
these n-ggas gone change like the f-ckin’ season
got a heart on my chain, ‘cause i f-ckin’ need it
if i ever change, money not the reason
fell in love with these drugs, baby ‘cause i need them
and i talk to my fans, ‘cause they f-ckin’ need me
i made some bands off a iphone 10
if i’m down bad, i’ll do it again
if i need the racks, might slime out my kin
so sorry, no sorry, that is what it is
you get played like atari, you get hit like a stick
slime walk with the fye, ‘cause he look like a l!ck
[?]
ain’t no sp-ce in my ride, it’s just me and my b-tch
(lonely… lonely)
[chorus]
i was down bad, stealing out the walmart
spend my last on a jugg, make it all back
gotta get a bag, wanna ball like an all-star
came with 5 different ho’s and they all bad
smoking 5 different strains, and they all gas
got a bad lil’ b-tch and she all ass
need a big book bag, filled with all cash
and i still miss the purple, tell it call back please
(tell it call back please)
(spend it all on e)
(spend it all on me)

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