Past Elec
So dumb on the mix

It's past Eleven, And I can't sleep I need blunts who's selling?
All my exes are liars, so I can't believe all what you tell me
Now imma get high, get drunk, I don't give a fuck no more
Get my back up, I'm tired, I'm fed up
Fuck what you think, it don't matter to me no more
I don't care I don't care anymore

I might hit that little shawty in her mama house
Young nigga from the streets I'm tryna make it out
I was a shy shy baby now i speak aloud
My mind's like a hallway thoughts go in and out
My bitch hot yea she a lil oven
I don't got none yea I'm lying
Cause i don't need a bitch it ain't time yet
Fuck Riding and fuck dying
I know one day I'm gone gеt paid for my rapping snap on the beat and get laid yеa
Niggas putting dirt on my name and act like they love me yea that shit really strange yea
I fucked up lotta times I know that
But I ain't tryna change shit I can't go back
My ex made me who i am I hope she know that
And if anything my fault I own that

It's past Eleven, And I can't sleep I need blunts who's selling?
All my exes are liars, so I can't believe all what you tell me
Now imma get high, get drunk, I don't give a fuck no more
Get my back up, I'm tired, I'm fed up
Fuck what you think, it don't matter to me no more
I don't care I don't care anymore