Correction Paroles MY OLD LIFE par Pi’erre Bourne

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I don't wanna be sober, why your b*t*h just call me over?
I don't wanna be sober, why your b*t*h just call me over?
I don't wanna be sober, why your b*t*h just call me over?
I don't wanna be sober, why your b*t*h just call me over? (Ooh, boom shocka-locka)

I don't wanna be sober, why your b*t*h just call me over?
I can't get it out my head, girl, you made my heart feel colder
They made because I'm getting bread, wanna look good when I'm older
Remember I was left on read, gave the boy the cold shoulder
Yeah, feel like Waka Flocka, hard up in the paint, dog (Paint, dog)
Uh, they wanna be like me, I'm mad because I ain't y'all
I'll do what I can, I really want for you to love me back
I'll give you my hand, I'll trade it all for you to trust me back
I got white lighters on my dresser, b*t*h, I'm tryna die
I can't have nobody in my space because I'm tryna vibe
If I pop this Percocet and molly, b*t*h, I'm tryna fly (Surf)
I can't have no diamonds on my neck because I'm tryna hide
She gon' come around and give me stress because I am the guy
I'ma pour this deuce in your mouth, lil' baby, open wide
She begging me to come back to the crib 'cause it's her only night
I'm drunk as hell but I don't trust nobody, so I gotta drive
I'm not supposed to really be with you, so I gotta lie
We just smoked a zip of all this kush, so I'm kinda high
Bad hoes all up in the crib, so it's kinda live
I just want a private jet, count this money in the sky

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