Drugs in Her Gut - Chetta ft. []

Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up

Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up

If I make something out myself

Would that ease up off my pain

They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane

Down on my hands and knees

Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up

Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up

If I make something out myself

Would that ease up off my pain

They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane

Down on my hands and knees (ay, ay, ay, ay)

You ain't gotta pray for me

You ain't gotta wait on me no more

I've been up patiently filling these vacancies

Let it go, ain't nothing safe with me

Living so painfully, I know

You ain't get a chance to see

Let me get my chance to speak, talk slow

Feel it in my heart, I know

Chest on tight from the pounds of the smoke

Tryna speak up, every time I choke

Tryna reach out, but I reap what I sow

Open up for me keep closed like doors

Little bit of love and I still won't show

Wanna be me, but my life on low

No, I can't stop now, bitch I'm still on go (still on go, still on go)

Homie you ain't kin, you is not my woe

Drop top heart, let me fuel my soul

Tryna keep up, but my feel on hold

Moon walk baby, got my feet on cold

Speak up now or you be untold

Mind on shine and my heart on gold

Give you something you can find and you still don't know

No? I'm sorry

Loving on me like speeding in a Rari

.40 on my seat, I don't need nobody

Give me something that I need, I'm good I got it

Somewhere in the hills, he good like Gotti

Dying just to feel, let me feel my problems

Baby keep it real, if it's real I ain't doubting

Let me keep it one thousand, I don't need nobody

Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up

Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up

If I make something out myself

Would that ease up off my pain

They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane

Down on my hands and knees

Mind in the wind and the gin keep me loc'n up

Brain cells might be dead but instead, be be coming up

If I make something out myself

Would that ease up off my pain

They say I should pray each night and day but it ain't helping mane

Down on my hands and knees