"CORDOLIUM" lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Everything's more beautiful...
Yeah, yeah
...in the hollow place

I pick up and down a bottle
And they want me to be a model
I-I don't got no logic in my brain
But I'm the partier
Ain't nobody want no problems
If they need it, then I got 'em
I ain't do this work for nothin'
Bitch, I want it, I'ma cop it, yeah

Yeah
I don't know what I be doin' until I get lit (Yeah)
Fuckin' right out the G wagon, 'cause [?] (Yeah)
Callin' the devil for help, I think I'ma see 'em (Yeah)
But, I got the gold on my teeth, right behind my lip (Yeah)
Real, real
The story you read on my wrist
I tell him, "I think I'ma quit" (Yeah)
I haven't been good in the [?] (Yeah)
Real, real
I'm sending the hundreds a kiss (Yeah)
I think I be sick of this shit (Yeah)
But I gotta get me a grip

Yeah, yeah
That boy ain't touched designer in his life
I fuck and she lovin' the money, I think she my wife
I'm sick of all the colors in my Sprite
Hittin' on me, think you need to get a life
Bitch, I'm flexin' through the pain
They don't see nothin' (Don't see nothin')
I was lost and I was found
Like it's my [?] (It's my [?])
Pullin' up outside the function
Get to jumpin' (Get to jumpin')
Ask me why I'm stuntin'
I'm still runnin'

I'm still runnin', now
Don't know what am I so afraid of
Don't know why I can't show any love
I don't know what I'm afraid of

I don't know what I be doin' until I get lit
Fuckin' right out the G wagon, 'cause [?]
Callin' the devil for help, I think I'ma see 'em
But, I got the gold on my teeth, right behind my lip
Real, real
The story you read on my wrist
I tell him, "I think I'ma quit"
I haven't been good in the [?]
Real, real
I'm sending the hundreds a kiss
I think I be sick of this shit
But I gotta get me a grip