High By The Beach

That don't make you a man
Boy look at you, lookin' at me
I know you don't understand
You could be a bad motherfucker
But that don't make you a man
Now you're just another one of my problems
Because you got out of hand
We won't survive
We're sinkin' under the sand
A bad motherfucker, I'm hot like the summer
Got love for my brothers, but she love another
So I only fuck her and don't use no rubber
I'm pulling out quick like they want me to cover
My status is upper, I'm fast on the drum so just call me a gunner
I'll put your ass southern, you won't need to suffer
One shot to the back of your head, I'm a sucker
Shout out the runners that stay in the gutter
My flow is like butter, y'all eat it like supper
But image is rougher than edge of my cutter
If bitches be talking, I call for my ushers
The drugs get me dumber, cause purple the color
And gun make you stutter, you'll never recover
I beat it like buzzers, if I really loved her I'd close up the shutters
But she ain't my lover so fuck it
Boy look at you, lookin' at me
I know you know how I feel
Loving you is hard, being here's harder
You take the wheel
I don't wanna do this anymore
It's so surreal
I can't survive
If this is all that's real
Boy look at you, looking at me
I know you don't understand
You could be a bad motherfucker
But that don't make you a man
Now you're just another one of my problems
Because you got out of hand
We won't survive
We're sinkin' under the sand
And now that we high by the beach
I can see in your face, you ain't made for these streets
Our time ain't been brief, but I need the release
We surrounded by all of these drugs that be cheap
They make me complete, I'm feeling so sweet
I pop another and I head for the peak
Like taking a leap but I'm stuck on your leash
And I only love you cause you good in the sheets
Now I barely can speak but I'm loving this breeze
Succumb to the paraphernalia feast
I'm slurring my speech and I'm paler than bleach
But I'm preaching my feelings like Catholic priests
At least I can see you, you know that I need you
I read you like books and I know how to treat you
I hope that I please you, I'm reaching to feel you
But seems that you're already gone and I dreamed you were here
Now you're just another one of my problems
Because you got out of hand
We won't survive
We're sinkin' under the sand
Molly, Percocet, especially Xans (yeah)
I'll pop anything that you put in my hands (pop anything that you put in my hands)
In love with the green, CREAM and the grams (CREAM and the grams)
We been drunk for a month, steppin' on cans (steppin' on cans, bitch)
I don't wanna do this anymore
It's so surreal
I can't survive
If this is all that's real
Boy look at you, lookin' at me
I know you don't understand
You could be a bad motherfucker
But that don't make you a man
Now you're just another one of my problems
Because you got out of hand
We won't survive
We're sinkin' under the sand