"FLJD" lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh

I guess it just might be my time to kill (Woah)
I'm pourin' up my cup, hope I don't spill (Woah, woah)
I'm pourin' up my cup, hope I don't spill (Woah)
She told me, "Bae, I love you 'cause you real," yeah, woah (Woah)
At the bottom of the pink, still pourin' up fours
She has my last name, but she still wanna know more
I'm in the fast lane tryna chill, pourin' up more
She told me, "Bae, let's go, bae, let's go" (Yeah)
I'm tryna leave (Yeah), I'm tryna pour (Yeah)
Ayy, let's pour some more, let's pour some more
Let's pour some more, let's pour some more (More)
I was lookin' in the hate tryna find love (What?)
At the bottom of the pint, still pourin' more drugs (Woah)
At the bottom of the pint, still need more drugs (What?)
At the bottom of the pint, still need more love
Pour some more (Woah)
I'm tryin' not to feel, I'm tryna be alone (Go)
I'm tryin' not to feel, don't wanna feel alone (Woah)
Ayy, bae, I wanna kill you, but it's out of love (Woah, woah)
Ayy, fuck sex, fuck love
Fuck fame, I just want the drugs
Ayy, fuck love, fuck sex
Fuck money, I just want the drugs
I'll pour up a four right while you're still at the door (What?)
I'll pour up a four right while you're still at the door (What?)
I'll pour up a four right while you're still at the door
I'll pour up a four right while you're still at the door

Knock-knock, who's there? I won't let you go
Tryna pour a four, mm, it's fuck love
Fuck love, fuck sex, just drugs