W.A.L.E. - Girls On Drugs Lyrics
[Kramer skit]Hey! Happy Festivus everyone![Intro]I promise you ain't never really freak outUntil you be out at freak hours and see eachAnd every freak out from free couch to free couch[Chorus x4]We go deep and we don't get no sleepCause we be up all night until the early light[Verse 1]Man these niggas ain't seriousDo you know what type of women I've been dealing with?I used to pop blues with my lil' *****I call her boo cuz her real name I will forgetI use a Uber to scoop me to SLSWhat you expect, a little groupie to see my crib?Oh no, these niggas ain't seriousDo you know what type of *****es I've been dealing with?Try to tell me adderall make her get a rushUsed to use it to study until she fell in loveTold me that lil buzz make her think a lotTold her "Nah you lying, cuz you don't eat enough"Nah Nah NahThese women ain't seriousShe sprinkled a little something up in her lipStart sipping and now she sweating, her lips clenchedKind of dizzy, her friends tell her to get a gripI'm trying to get me a real woman to take outBut for now, they're wildThey rather get it in[Hook]Girls on drugsGirls on drugsGirls on drugsPills and such when them beers ain't enoughThey still need love[Chorus x2][Verse 2]In her purse where her hand goShe disperse by the handfulCoco make her go upNothing popping, pop a zan when she laying lowBars to break, so many bars to breakShe at the Grammy's turnt, none of the stars is fakeShe like "Oh my God, I'm on the moon and shit"And my particular moon like a platoon and shitYou know the niggas I be dealing withPoliticians and niggas living it on the ripAnd my position to give this shit to little kidsIs not official unless I'm giving them authenticWe're all living with small demonsWe're all sinning, it's all similarBroads with us and they bong hittingLet me tell you about the *****es I've been chilling withThe really insecure ones look good as shitNothing fill the void of a little pillA little shot, she ain't shy when the shit spillAnd it's hard to feel alive when you're feeling dead insideBeside that the lime light be so realLet me tell you about the *****es that I kick it withTold me nobody love her so she cut her wristNot enough for the hospital but cut it closeThat's why she want to get high because she's feeling lowTold me pour me a vodka pill and little smokeSo I could numb her insides and we will never know[Hook]
