Cumberland - Lost It All (State of Depression) lyrics

I start with the spray. Do it for the pay Get them b**hes on my dick, almost everyday Then I pray, that I blow one day Hopin' that I take, on this game That I learned to play & now I'm.. Gripin' & I'm grindin', I put all them hoes behind me Never keep'em, I don't need'em, I just rise real slow & fire Then I burn, all them stacks I earned Leave'em for the birds & I learned. Never trust a word All them b**hes turn In the end. (Hey!) All your friends. (Change!) You lose'em, & choose'em, & boot'em, till your bonds break Till you lose faith, screamin' f** fate! I'm in this struggle by myself, all you b**hes fake Yeeeeeah. & I know You can't f** with my flow Cumberland, till the end It's what they scream at my shows sh**tin' on these mother f**ers, like I'm drinkin' pepto I take yo' b**h, & make'er mine, like a f**in' clepto Hey, that's how I do this How I lose it I'm climbing higher to the top, like a circus gymnast I have no limit Blowin' swishers is my business Janes' my a**istant I spark'er up, & then I hit it. I'm gettin' lifted I only look to God, to cast away my mistakes He is the higher power, & I'm just second in place I won the race, now I'm here to claim Victory is mine, mother f**er, come & get a taste. (Hey!) & you know, I got a new hoe Call'er pluto Got'er barkin' like a dog, when I whip the two door & I eat'er till she squeaks, like a little chew toy f** with me, & meet my crew, we're a box of loose screeeeews You choose, to lose, all you do Is snooze, & cruise with your dudes Cause you're a f*ggot mother f**er & you claim your getting money When really your counting dicks up in your tummy. (Hoe!) I'm gettin' money, hoe Spending cash up in the mall, like a junkie. (Yo!) So, all I know. Is everywhere I go b**hes call me on my phone askin' if I'll "Docey-do." I tell'em "No!" Go home, & load up my songs Hit like & tell all your hom-ies To blow trees, while your watchin' this I'm out mother f**ers, go & share this sh**