"Forgotten" lyrics
Umm, what's up? What's up? What up? Oh yeah, uh. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, aye, aye
Say get your face right (Your face right)
Well bitch I hate life (Man, I hate life)
And I hate the fact that I took this, it's the late night (Man, I hate night)
And I hate a bitch who on my line ain't tryna waste time (Man, fuck)
Only time she eat up on this dick she got her face turned (Yea, yea, yuh)
Okay, I pull some strings, no voodoo with it (Okay)
We drop opps right off the block (Yuh)
Reconnect from bullets, they moving different (Yuh, yuh)
Bloodshot red in my eyes bitch I been dead, this just the truth, no fiction
Listen, I can't even feel it's real unless I'm high (Okay)
I gotta keep my reaper by my side (Okay)
I know that they my keeper when I die (Okay)
[?]
They say the devil on my back but we just chillin don't get uncomfortable
And my life sucks I must admit it's [?]
And my bitch she love the fact that I'm a narcissist and this my world they just livin' in it's hard to get in where you fit
All the red, how she suck the tit, lost me in the mix (Okay)
Oh you sick, pull a fifty drum, make the opps shit (Okay)
Extended clip, when she grab that shit, thought it was my dick
And it's me, I'm the son of Satan, tweaking off the [?] (Haha)
I got a grip, pointing it at a giant, knocking him out the club, bah!
I been too damn high, I'm on the pills, let's not mention (Mention)
We should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)
I just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Fuck that)
She gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent (Hit that)
I feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I'm scratchin' (Yeah, yeah)
Remember days when hungry, I was fishin for a blessing (Aye yeah)
I been too damn high, I'm on the pills, let's not mention (Mention)
We should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)
I just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Mmm, mmm)
She gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent
I feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I'm scratchin'
Remember days when hungry, I was fishin for a blessing (Fuck)
Remember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing
Remember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing
Say get your face right (Your face right)
Well bitch I hate life (Man, I hate life)
And I hate the fact that I took this, it's the late night (Man, I hate night)
And I hate a bitch who on my line ain't tryna waste time (Man, fuck)
Only time she eat up on this dick she got her face turned (Yea, yea, yuh)
Okay, I pull some strings, no voodoo with it (Okay)
We drop opps right off the block (Yuh)
Reconnect from bullets, they moving different (Yuh, yuh)
Bloodshot red in my eyes bitch I been dead, this just the truth, no fiction
Listen, I can't even feel it's real unless I'm high (Okay)
I gotta keep my reaper by my side (Okay)
I know that they my keeper when I die (Okay)
[?]
They say the devil on my back but we just chillin don't get uncomfortable
And my life sucks I must admit it's [?]
And my bitch she love the fact that I'm a narcissist and this my world they just livin' in it's hard to get in where you fit
All the red, how she suck the tit, lost me in the mix (Okay)
Oh you sick, pull a fifty drum, make the opps shit (Okay)
Extended clip, when she grab that shit, thought it was my dick
And it's me, I'm the son of Satan, tweaking off the [?] (Haha)
I got a grip, pointing it at a giant, knocking him out the club, bah!
I been too damn high, I'm on the pills, let's not mention (Mention)
We should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)
I just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Fuck that)
She gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent (Hit that)
I feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I'm scratchin' (Yeah, yeah)
Remember days when hungry, I was fishin for a blessing (Aye yeah)
I been too damn high, I'm on the pills, let's not mention (Mention)
We should drop a band right at Chanel, I love to spend shit (Spend that)
I just threw a band right on a hoe, she want attention (Mmm, mmm)
She gon' ride that dick on all ten and stay a tent
I feel like Rich Homie, feel some type of way, I'm scratchin'
Remember days when hungry, I was fishin for a blessing (Fuck)
Remember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing
Remember days were hungry, I was fishin' for a blessing
Writer(s): Isaiah Rivera, Michael Ramirez-turley
