Get Along (Session Edit)

[Intro] Mmmm, Aye She tell me that we never get along, you right, I'm wrong Huh, yeah, facts She tell me that we never get along, you right, I'm wrong This is off of the head, don't write my songs Know my mistakes, I don't write my wrongs Forty beat up on your chest nigga, King Kong They just want the drama like a Jerry Spring song [Verse 1] I don't want no drama, boy, I got my thing on me Catch me if you can My bro got a chopper, that bitch from Afghanistan They don't want no smoke, cancerous Ask the question of hope, will you answer it? Shit on my ex, where my manners is? I ain't fuck with school, rolling weed in my planner That's likе planners, I'm a manic I'm the man again, skywalking like Anakin Knocking at thе door baby, better let us in Codeine and promethazine and oxy, my medicine Damn, I hope that don't kill me They say I'm gon' go out like I'm Kirko, do you feel me? I'm the realest in the building, but I'm chilling I was sipping codeine while you guzzling penicillin [Verse 2] You don't really want no smoke, hoe L-O-L, you a joke, hoe VVS on this Juice WRLD shit, snow globe Pull up on him like Mr. Incredible, no Frozone Rolling up an OZ, put it in the ozone (own-own-own) Leave me alone (own-own-own) Get off my phone (own-own-own-own), hey, hey I told that bitch she not welcome 'round here With them red coats, nigga no Paul Revere Huh, aye Bitches come in three like musketeers Aye, getting mad at the man in the mirror, yeah Little did I mention My mama found out that the kid struggles with addiction I been popping pills ever since I was a child Chilling with all the childrens and my older siblings I was in the kitchen popping, wasn't water whipping But my brother still flipping Ain't no Harolds, he got chickens Trying to get him out that situation he was placed in I remember he was serving junkies in the basement But me, I always been a different kid Listening to Metallica, fucking a white bitch He was in the kitchen trying to flip a white brick This is true, all true, I ain't lying, cool They always kept me out the street shit They told me who to beef with and not to beef with I lost my brother yesterday, that shit was seasick Yesterday— I meant last year I still feel it like it was yesterday, man real facts RIP to LoSo, wish I could get you back [Verse 3] And you know though, I put it on the map for us Oh snap, yeah yeah yeah, whoo Keep this beat going, let me vibe on it Let's get high on it, touch the sky on it I'm your god baby, but you not my girl baby I got five of 'em, hey I feel too better, lost my brother, I don't feel no better That's why I be getting high whenever Huh, If I die I'll live forever That be my legacy, don't got integrity I see my enemies, I get the Duff money Ain't talking Hillary, I get the Clinton money Ain't talking Hillary They wanna preach to me, but this ain't a ministry I pray on my own time, I don't need your peace I don't need police, who needs police? Probably gon' kill me, 'cause they don't feel me They know my heart hurt, they know the drugs work G Money said, “Chill,” I took like two Percs I had to get gone, my heart is still hurt Yeah, I did my dirt, forgiveness no worth I don't wanna- I don't wanna vibe She gon' catch my feelings, but she catch my vibe, yeah I'ma feel too low whoo, trying to reach that high, yeah I'ma feel too low yeah, trying to reach that high, yeah I'ma do that purple shit, she gon' do that white, yeah Only buy that for her if we get it for the right price, yeah She- She gon' snort a line, then she gon' fuck all night, yeah Aye take my time, just don't take my life, yeah aye [Outro] Uh, Mister, mmm Let me start from the top