Drunk Text - RichLife Dynasty, Limit

I still get

Drunk texts from my old chick

New clothes in my old whip

Cruising round this city like

I ain’t worried bout old shit

I know that you numbing your feelings

For real girl I know how you feeling

But you just keep hitting my line

I guess that you think this is healing you

You think that, everything should go your way

Cup full of sprite, so you mixed it with grape

You been out here exploring to cover the taste

I know that you wasted, I know that you hate me

To keep it one hundred girl you was my everything

That one in forever thing

I guess we just healing in different ways

Ok, know you blowing up my line every night

For a little bit of closure but

I been staying in the house, on the couch

Writing songs for a little bit of closure, so

I been missing your calls

Voicemails tell me how you feeling overall

Cause I know as soon as a young nigga pick up

I’ll get shot up just like the kids buying skittles

I’m over it all

Money doesn’t grow from trees

But maybe this is all we need

Money doesn’t grow from trees

But maybe this is

I still get

Drunk texts from my old chick

New clothes in my old whip

Cruising round this city like

I ain’t worried bout old shit

I know that you numbing your feelings

For real girl I know how you feeling

But you just keep hitting my line

I guess that you think this is healing you

I know that your momma don’t trust them niggas

Well now neither do you

After a mile, you wearing her shoes

And now just like your momma you turning to booze

Ok, I wanted to help

But your momma said she would kill me herself

If I ever came back

So I never came back

I hope that you understand that

Cause for real, I don’t understand it

Even when I try and stand back

This was never how I planned it

I hope that you understand that

Cause for real, I don’t understand that

Even when I try and stand back

This was never how I planned it

Money doesn’t grow on trees

But maybe this is all we need

Money doesn’t grow on trees

But maybe this is

I still get

Drunk texts from my old chick

New clothes in my old whip

Cruising round this city like

I ain’t worried bout old shit

I know that you numbing your feelings

For real girl i know how you feeling

But you just keep hitting my line

I guess that you think this is healing you

Money doesn’t grow on trees

But maybe this is all we need

Money doesn’t grow on trees

But maybe this is