Yeah, yeah
 
  
  We fight today, we fuck tomorrow, then we fuck again
 
 I fuck her homie, she found out and then she fuck my men
 
 Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of shit
 
 Then she call the cops and say: You always make me sick
 
 Then we fuck again
  
 
 We make it up and then we're back to where we used to be
 
 And usually, it takes like two or three, sometimes it last a week
 
 Then we fight again
  
 
 Then I fuck her friend, the cycle never end
 
 That same little nigga yelling out that westside
 
 Was that same motherfucker in that drive by
 
 Westside till I motherfucking d-ie
  
 
 Eastside get the love, when I get high
 
 Pop bottles and I forget that you even exist
 
 Rarely at the cathedral, throw up the pacifists
 
 Baby girl, I'm doing better with a star now
 
 When I'm so deep in the pussy, make her star chow
  
 
 Sober gave and sober thoughts
 
 And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah, yeah)
 
 Sober gave and sober thoughts (yeah)
 
 And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah)
  
 
 Good music, I got that
 
 Good head, I got that
 
 Sweet dreams, we got that
 
 One beef, I'm bout that
 
 Good music, I got that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
 Good head, I got that (alright)
 
 Sweet dreams, we got that
 
 One beef, I'm bout that (yeah, yeah)
  
 
 Been thinking about getting this tat on my face
 
 Who gives a fuck, nobody gets to see me anyways
 
 My uncle hear this shit, and he probably be mortified
 
 I'm only twenty years old, sounding like I'm forty-five
  
 
 Sweet lullabies and license what can keep this driving
 
 When I finally hear the car, I didn't steal, I'm riding thighs
 
 Her panties, skirts, and denim dresses, all the finest linen
 
 And the highest fabric backseat, steady rap, I'm an addict for you
  
 
 Such a passion for you, never asked for much
 
 Except a little loyalty, some head and actavis
 
 Swear it's meant for us, but I don't give a fuck
 
 Addiction is the purest way of love, that gon' anti us
  
 
 Dream driving, drunk driving
 
 Foamposites, autopilot, coin wallet, we hiding
 
 Heavenly father don't be mad at me
 
 I may not come when you want to but I'm right on time
  
 
 Sober gave and sober thoughts
 
 And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah, yeah)
 
 Sober gave and sober thoughts (yeah)
 
 And it's ok 'cause baby I got what you want (yeah)
  
 
 Good music, I got that
 
 Good head, I got that
 
 Sweet dreams, we got that
 
 One beef, I'm bout that
 
 Good music, I got that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
 Good head, I got that (alright)
 
 Sweet dreams, we got that
 
 One beef, I'm bout that (yeah, yeah)
  
 
 Yeah
 
 I got that
 
 I got that
 
 We got that
 
 I'm bout that
 
 I got that
 
 I got that
 
 They fucked up (haha)
 
 We fucked up