Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry William Schroeder
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fucked up baby don't remember ya name
Downin henny by the bottle cuz it help with the pain
Fucked up baby i dont wanna be saved
But im tired of the people they got nothin to say
Last night whippin in the rain on the interstate
Sippin ona forty i been driftin i dont feel a thing
Green stacks higher than the moon seen the better days
Back room takin hella shots i needa getaway
Blacked out whip hit the addy wit another bitch
Blowin up my phone im rollin up bouta let it rip
Tapped out baby call it tired i dont give a shit
Fallin thru my head i feel the darkness slowly creepin in
Late night smokin ona pack ina limosine
Poppin all the bottles i been thinkin bout the nicotine
Bad bitch pullin up the addy wit a felony
Livin in the moment i been dyin for the dopamine
Fucked up baby don't remember ya name
Drinkin henny by the bottle cuz it help with the pain
Ducked up baby i dont wanna be saved
But im tired of the people who got nothin to say
Writer(s): Henry Schroeder
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