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Letra : Brain Dead
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You said I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and a eight of red
Playin' with your pu**y, wishin' that it was me instead
I wanna give, but tryna maintain a level head
I live with no regrets, I ain't takin' back nothin' I said
The d**k hit different when I pop a Perc' to the head
You my lil' G, no notary, I'm stampin' it
Flashbacks of us f**kin' in the rain, I still had on my chains
Thought I saw you, but you not here, you left a stain on my brain
Just accept my flaws and all the slime that it come with my namе
n***as ain't a factor, that's a fact, they can't play in my lane
Back seat of thе Maybach, Presi' Rolex plain, grown mane
If you adore her, you gotta Dior her, ain't no price range
Tell me this endless, show me you won't run out on us
You say I'm not affectionate, it's not my fault, I don't know love
Always gettin' on your nerve, it be my choice of words
You got to be the one for me, look at all these hoes I curve
The blind can see how I'm comin', at least I'm raw and I'm honest
I'm not gon' play 'bout this woman, brain dead, you left me unconscious
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh, ooh
Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You said I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and a eight of red
Playin' with your pu**y, wishin' that it was me instead
I wanna give, but tryna maintain a level head
I live with no regrets, I ain't takin' back nothin' I said
The d**k hit different when I pop a Perc' to the head
You my lil' G, no notary, I'm stampin' it
Flashbacks of us f**kin' in the rain, I still had on my chains
Thought I saw you, but you not here, you left a stain on my brain
Just accept my flaws and all the slime that it come with my namе
n***as ain't a factor, that's a fact, they can't play in my lane
Back seat of thе Maybach, Presi' Rolex plain, grown mane
If you adore her, you gotta Dior her, ain't no price range
Tell me this endless, show me you won't run out on us
You say I'm not affectionate, it's not my fault, I don't know love
Always gettin' on your nerve, it be my choice of words
You got to be the one for me, look at all these hoes I curve
The blind can see how I'm comin', at least I'm raw and I'm honest
I'm not gon' play 'bout this woman, brain dead, you left me unconscious
