Love Drug*

[Chorus] I tend to stand where niggas goin I can't control it, like man to man you niggas bogus I hit the broseph Like fan to fan we really golden We could’ve voted [Verse] I had to pan towards the focus, in need of holding Every land I walk is stolen I feel the ghost I fill the canister up with potions To feel the most A couple grams to tuck in loading From rule of coping and other troubled man been struck with locus Uh, I need rubber bands to hug the brosé We got [?] , we got some summer plans in different coasting That’s why we toast, the loving thanks, and tip the hosting I once was broke, coming up with scams, it’s different homeless, [?] [?], my ribs was showing [?] what I—just a nothing [?] and did the motion A bitter hope, we the bucket gang Don’t leave me open, no [Chorus] I tend to stand where niggas goin I can't control it, like man to man you niggas bogus I hit the broseph Like fan to fan we really golden We could’ve voted I tend to stand where niggas goin I can't control it, like man to man you niggas bogus I hit the broseph Like fan to fan we really golden We could’ve voted