"Breannan" lyrics

"Breannan"

(I like it)

I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down, I'm out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan
Lil' bitch, you know I can't stand it when you play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell wit' you

Well, I just found out my girl's been fucking an old partner lately
Contemplating on why they hate me, act shady and try to play me
She did this but still tell me, "Oh, Virgil I want your baby"
Like, stupid bitch, is you crazy? I wouldn't get you pregnant if you paid me
And my other partner just dry-ass lyin', I know he a capper
He make me wanna sharpen a toothbrush, stick the blade through his Adam's Apple
I'm not innocent, I dibble and dabble, but Eve told Adam, "Eat the apple"
My only self defense mechanism is lay their face inside the gravel
I had to leave, 'cause she was too much to handle
Running from love, got no standards, was talking 'bout changing Pampers
Now it's just me overloading clothes in the hamper
The house a mess, a disaster, I'm eating shrooms tryna manage

I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down, I'm out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan
Lil' bitch, you know I can't stand it when you play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)

Wit' you
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)

I party, hit cocaine, sip drank and smoke weed
But at night in my bed, it's so lonely
God couldn't even make the perfect woman for me
Until somebody hold me down, I'm out here running these streets
Oh, Breannan
Lil' bitch, you know I can't stand it when you play the mind games
Why babe? You could hit the highway
I'll have you die on Friday and I'ma be in hell wit' you (Wit' you)

Wit' you
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)
Wit' you (Wit' you, wit' you)


Writer(s): Jonathan Shapiro, Virgil Gazca, Olivier Bassil, Boogie
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