CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Head Rush

I've been doing what I choose to, it take getting used to
I've been gone, sh*t I'm on, got me acting a fool too much
Everybody else be giving a f**k
But nobody ever loved me, still, they act like my buddy
A head rush the only thing I ever liked as such about the drugs
She could top it by the love that she brought
Сan you remember what the time in your life was?
I bet I can beat it by the time that the night's done
Got you thinking I mean well, I could be the right one
The way I'm always saying when we f**k: "leave the lights on"
I know you want the same sh*t that I want
Now you mine, you would die, I never thought I could find one

She never f**king around, there is no testing my luck
She got a fully loaded clip with the stick in the trunk
She quick to give me a bump, she gon' pull out a pump
I could see that you frontin by the way that you be stunting, now you stuck
Got a chance but you ran out of luck
She used to love me
Now she only want to f**k me
It be f**king me up
You were staying at my crib and now you're saying I switched up
I hit you up, you said it's a mix-up
You're telling me you're putting them sticks up
Looking like a b*t*h cause I've been putting my fists up
I see you mad I've been stacking them hits up
I keep a big cup filled with liquor, it be making her hiccup
I need a pickup, a pill, to keep me feeling ill
The type of sh*t that got you feeling how you used to feel
I ain't making a deal
'Til this pain from my meal's the kind of feeling I be wishing to feel
She never f**king around, there is no testing my luck
She got a fully loaded clip with the stick in the trunk
She quick to give me a bump, she gon' pull out a pump
I could see that you frontin by the way that you be stunting, now you stuck
Got a chance but you ran out of luck
She used to love me
Now she only want to f**k me
It be f**king me up
You were staying at my crib and now you're saying I switched up
I hit you up, you said it's a mix-up
You're telling me you're putting them sticks up
Looking like a b*t*h cause I've been putting my fists up
I see you mad I've been stacking them hits up
I keep a big cup filled with liquor, it be making her hiccup
I need a pickup, a pill, to keep me feeling ill
The type of sh*t that got you feeling how you used to feel
I ain't making a deal
'Til this pain from my meal's the kind of feeling I be wishing to feel