LYRICS:
(chorus)
All the memories don't mean nothing to me
But
If you wanted to, it could be something free
All the b**hes in the club they getting turnt
I ain't waiting to long while you're waiting too long
I got cyanide written on my shirt
And she a blonde shawty wearing school girl skirts
In my feels driving all around the step
I don't know how I'm a f**ing mess
Don't know how you even stress
(verse)
Coffee , choker & extra long cigarettes
Foggy smoker bumpin' spooky on ca**ette
Finishing the last of this pack of marlboro
Now riding to album from the corner of Yarbrough
So Soon on my sleeves
So soon i gotta leave
Is it worth it to feel this way
Would everything we've built fall down and fade?